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Human scarecrows hanging

In the fields of nothingness

Crucified

Circled by hallowed stones

Silvery figures swivelling in the night wind

Rejoicing

Set loose for just a moment

Dancing naked under the milk white moon

As I swim trough the great whril of the sea

The swords of men incise me

Rusty needles crawl under my skin

And the salty licks my aching wounds

I let it flow as one with my blood

Bearing the pain

For i must find the passage

The gateway to the land of the dead

The heavens rise high above the North Star

Scorching vortex shakes the pillar of the sky

The whirl draws me deeper and deeper down

I deel the screams of a million souls

And in the heart of the disc of the earth

The gateway

The gateway

I let it flow as one with my blood

Bearing the pain

For i must find the passage

The gateway to the land of the dead

In the womb far above

He grew, the pale white one

The son of the moon

Through the whirl he flew

Escaped his own doom

The son of the moon.