God Macabre: The Winterlong Lyrics

To attain the nirvana of souls
enter their path and be forgiven
Drown the spirit in hate
free oneself-reincarnate...
Hear the words of life
spoken upon the wind
Come, rise with the darkness
a floating eternity

Purify...
Cleanse the soul
Thank you, Master...

Salvation for sins
in all holy is found
Go fly blindly (with me)
into the end of infinity
hear the sound of nothing
watch the clouds turn black
Far away the sun fades...
...into nowhere...

Purify...
Cleanse the soul
Thank you, Master...

Where am I now?
Oh, please God help me...
It's so cold in the dark...
Get me free

A lesser creation
through increasing hate
Deny this mortal life
to desolation relate

Lost and stumbling
in dreams astray
Shadows of emotions
broaden thus way

For the closing moment
caressing me so softly
Silent voices call
winds whisper my name

Unfold, spirits appear
dancing, shining abstract
Godforsaken saints...

Lost...

Fuck Jesus Christ...

A lesser creation
Through increasing hate
Deny this mortal life
to desolation relate

Lost and stumbling
in dreams astray
Shadows of emotions
broaden thus way

[Instrumental]

Possess the power to create
A gift of birth through flesh
Life so painfully built
Brought to this futile world...

Drowned in sorrows...
Mourning the life...
Which sleeps eternally...

Dreams so easily drained
When veins are frozen cold
Frustration to not control
The last moment of sorrow

Drowned in sorrows...
Mourning the life...
Which sleeps eternally...

A repulsive foolishness
To not perceive mans triviality
Nothing can escape...
...it's destiny

What man can't understand
Won't be accepted...
The macabre weakness of fear
For the silence beyond life...

[Instrumental]

Now let me pass away
in a final blasphemy
To life and the pointless
from what I long to be...

Free...

Groan for life
as it should be
And in grief
I understand the wonder me...

In the name of hate
give me strength to carry on

I kneel in front of me
your gods will never be

Shivering I reclaim those days
absolve from being deferred
Do What Thou Wilt...
I thrive in this world