Events in ConcealmentNowadays the essential crimes of blue
Take place behind closed black doors
Unrevealed, at green tables discussed
To paint over the grey with colors
Their projectors are pointed at you
In the want of clearness they're undisturbed
Blinded by the gladly seen light
MachineryI am walking through the streets
Of my old town
Looking back on the days
Of my youth
There are factories in the fields
Where we used to play
Clouds of smoke hang in the sky
And block out the sun
N.L.Y.H.The alarm clock rings, I open my eyes
And watch the yellowed white of my room's ceiling
The dull light of the dawn falls through my window
Raindrops are hitting the ground
The splattering sound promises me a day
Full of depressive thoughts
I torture myself out of bed
It's time to go to work
NarcoticIn the last time occurrences guided me
To the land where the lie lives
It's sovereigns have to humbug us
In such a way that all men's thinking's growing stiff
Joining in the conversation, reforming the situation -
This epoch is too weak-willed for this
Lifeless end or endless life
Narcotics affect the senses
One MomentThe loss or reason
The sound of the slow awakening
Today I opened my eyes
I stretched my arms to the sky
Trying to capture that blue, I never saw so deep before
Today I woke-up lonely
No words needed to explain myself
Scattered By The WindIn 1939
A crazy man ruled Germany
Hitler was the asshole's name
The name of tyranny
The people that were against the regime
Were executed and hunted
His twisted mind decided to
Destroy the Jewish race
SlaughteredThunder in the distance, the battle begins
The enemy is on the attack
The smoke of the pulver
is taking your breath
Kill or be killed--face this fact
The ditch in front of you now turns to a grave
For thousands of soldiers who died
The DeathwishHe stands at the abyss
And looks into the depth
Whispers in his brain want him
To make the final step
He sees his whole past life now
Passing in front of his eyes
He fears the second that would surely
Free from his life
The SentinelApproaching a rider of hate
I have swords for every life to blame
I love the sound of crushing bones
The gates of hell no longer resist
No passing here, no way to stand
The secret of war is devotion
No passing here, no way to stand
Worms and SilenceLike a survivor, alone in the night
I observe the time passing by
And what once was called life
Has turned into a nightmare
Death is the communion
Between the holy and the ruthless deceit
Light comes from beyond