The Watchtower (live)

Nocturnal flight, no shadows cast A distant symbol of our beyond Life lies in front of us Sacred ground, rotten earth Ashes to dust Flesh decomposed Caressing the sacred ground Where the deadened corpses lie A sepulchural misty night With a whiff of the macabre Silently watching the stones Put there as a symbol of death Our minds united; a force is lit, And insight creates A humanoid watchtower, reaching for Their souls to the sky, For a glance onto The other side...