Greet the beyondworld Songtext
von Wolfsmond

Up from the shadows of the cold pale future
Rising with his scythe in his hand
Death comes reaping the brother of sleep
It is the time that this life ends
White fangs are flashing and his eyes are red gleaming
Grey icy birds creeping from his mouth
No life withstands him all the flesh withers grass-like
Every time of east, west and south

None shall escape him you may run but can′t hide
You're just running into your own grave
Blood must be shed souls be freed from their bodies
Mortal life fades and eternity is saved


Mist enshrouding the cemetery lies
Night owls are calling their haunting tune
Don′t fear the reaper he's coming to take you
Grieve the beyond world for death's coming soon

So I′m leaving the game, brother
And where do you think you are going
If you have yet understood
The difference between life and me

Death, death, death comes sweeping down
Filthy death, the leering clown
Death on wings, death by surprise
Hailing you from rosy eyes
Death that′s born as life succumbs
For death and love two kindred drums
Keepeth time till judgment day
Collected in a passion play
Without beginning, without end
Evermore, amen