Northwind blows to his head
it thinks that he's really dead
his body lies in the snow, in cold white ground

freeze chills his bones
he in his structure nearly walks in thoughts through
the paradise ; he won't feel the temperature

new age shaman counts him as dead
time of death about two days of rest
it is noticed from his eyes full of tears
he has been dead for twenty four years
outfit just tells its crown
mind which hasn't been his own
but it was his a long time ago

He didn't see the truth
above everything he had drugs of uninnocense
shades and shadows turned to him
Dogs filled his time
that never was

He got the heretic to his head
magic buffs never really stopped
necromancy turned him to undead
the cage came to brains and fetched
...evil...

new age shaman counts him as dead
time of death about two days of rest
it is noticed from his eyes full of tears
he has been dead for twenty four years
outfit just tells its crown
mind which hasn't been his own
but it was his a long time ago


he could be alive, he could be dead
he could be fed without the pain
now he only has torture from the gained

what he wanted to have
was the end of the life
life that should be after death so far
now wind just takes his soul
to the place he won't want to grow