The chords ring heavy, when the chappel is emptied
Another breath stop so way to young
Can you se the young men, with old mens eyes
Closed, boys, light, dies, grudges sting

Everyone spectates, as I make the coffins
Cross another name of the list
Another head on a stake
And I am scared, what the fuck is going on?
How many must die before we are seen?

Empty chairs in cold homes
Writing sheets for songs that never again will be sung,
And the coming fall will be harder than the last
Death-trend, bonfires burn, brother watch your neck

Shattered! Down in your cellar
Lost! Are we digging down more traps?
And I am scared, what the fuck is going on?
How many must die before we are seen?

When nothing is heard any longer,
Torren tents on broken rods,
When the last birds leave,
We will still be here

Fighting forever more, were here first and here to stay
I can see you, are you with me?
When everything else is past, I still can hear your voice,
I will give you everything you ask of me

When nothing is heard any longer,
Torren tents on broken rods,
When the last birds leave,
We will still be here

In the currents that hastily carry you
To the mountains so far away
Under ice you see them bleed,
In the rivers now in pipes

One hundred piled naked carcasses
Stinging scent, an feast for the rats
Do we live as more than animals?
Do we live at dawn of spring?

When nothing is heard any longer.