La mort blanche

Praise the silence
And become...
Pray for our Eden
The womb of resurrection

Pray in silence
To become...
Let the fallen be forgiven
And guide them to oblivion

Strength is my star
Silence my weapon
For our own final war

Raise the glasses
Hold them high
Mother Death
Is almost nigh
You're alone, just lost and cold
A dirty secret to hold

You're alive when you look
Into the light

One sip and
It's done
Our eyes will meet them
To take you to the Father Sun

Pray in fear
Men's madness is clear
All its demons so dear
Are for smaller souls to adhere

Strength is my star
Silence my weapon
For our own final war

Will you tell me you're alive?
When there's nothing to hold?