I've died and they build Bridges all over my dead corpse They don't seem to have much respect For the remains of a dead warrior Why can't they see that
Trapped in cold decaying flesh. There is another world in here. Another mind in control. Trapped in dead withering flesh. I should not be ? but still
L'anatheme est prononce Noyee de brumes Noyee de larmes Les gens ils marchent, ils marchent
Rotten leaves, naked trees lost light, gone from the sky barren and cold waste an all engulfing darkness my body lays silent yet I'm wandering alone
op ons wacht! Wijlen wij, vervloekt in ons bestaan Heb meelij met ons die eenzaam verkwijnen Bittere woorden van zelfhaat mijmerend, terwijl onze lichamen vergaan Wijlen wij
L'anatheme est prononce Noyee de brumes Noyee de larmes