Inform your fucking existence today

Post-Gruber ready to fade

Yes we will dance on the mountain of skulls

We will sing the songs in the forest so deep

A ghost left below here in

Too close to touch, touching from a distance

My bed is built of stones tonight

Tomorrow's soil of green recalling today

Oh sweet darkness, sacred light

Salvation, salvation

Please harvest the will

Please harvest the will

Please harvest the will

Oh sweet darkness, sacred light

Salvation, salvation

See me under an open bier tonight

My blood leads me to find the left hand path

Isolation for this bitter life

All the holiness, just one more fix of hate

Oh sweet darkness, sacred light

Salvation, salvation

Please harvest the will

Please harvest the will

Please harvest the will

Please harvest the will