Citadel Songtext
von Post Ironic State

The fetish of a brutal romance
Held dear in future′s glance
Beauty in death, as so in life
Broke the home of a motherless child Tears wept and bodies fallen
Screaming aloud in twisted Autumn
Embracing desire at your final place
Cruelly alone in this human race


A wasted reflection of youth in tow
Wondering what the past could be
First and last in gruesome circle
Cradle to grave and no love lost
No future in front or past behind
When did I start to feel this way?
I'm scared to look and know I′ll find
No more movement or strange behaviours