the southernmost voyage

a sharpened shaft shines through morning dew

drawn out shadows walk on you

alone i stand to face the day

tortured by a deathly silent view

take my hand

please follow me

i was your love and your destiny

let us over mistcovered mountains go

to a place where our lost souls can be

not destined to a heaven built of lies and fantasy

we will sail to the empire of ecstasy

travel through the back of out minds

and soon forever dwell in necromancy

the hall of gods

where you belong

if you have my blood

and faith that strong

may my words be engraved in the heart of every man

try to understand them as good as you can

drink to lucifer or drink the blood of christ