In my eyes – mirror of time.
My soul somewhere there, wandering in demons’ land.

Sorcerer's skull, high rising up,
Whispers the prayer of the key.
From my, from my mouth
Incantations flows.

Ana ana – it's the prayer of death.

The flame warms up
The lever of time.
Icy limps in the arms of life again.
I’m back from the endless trip
From the land of lost souls,
From the land of illusioned gods,

I just awoke, my voice vibrating.
I’ve passed gates of unknown worlds.
I’m drifting between ghosts.

My face sprays a rain,
Refreshing my tired body,
Nestled into the burned-down earth.
I hear, how its breath.
The ashes I’ve got mixed
For sacrifice sowed them away.
The wind soar them
And I still whisper.

Ana ana – it's the prayer of death.

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