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In sunset's saddening glory
Shrouded in agony
A being at a loss
A man and his cause, so maddening
It became his cross
My old mangled soul
Prowls its walls
My flesh forlorn
I'm but a ghoul
Abiding the cruel
I yearn for redemption, my salvation
I drank from the promise of a life eternal
Yet the rotting of my flesh spills into irony
My being is now doomed to witness
The decay of my corpse
Still bound to my form
I keep lurking for a new life to come
My old mangled soul
Prowls its walls
My flesh forlorn
I'm but a ghoul
Abiding the cruel
I yearn for redemption, my salvation, reincarnation
Like a conscious parasite I roam
Lost, confined by the margins of life
Here in German woodland
I wait for innocent blood to arrive
“Dippel is now no more than consciousness trapped in a body that is rotting away. The only way for him to continue is to find another body. And that’s how we connect the end to the beginning, where we talk about the young boy in the woods. Dippel is infesting the boy like a parasite. So the beginnin...