Caliban
Caliban
Caliban
Caliban
Caliban
Caliban
Heaven Shall Burn
Heaven Shall Burn
Heaven Shall Burn
Heaven Shall Burn
What can ever bloom again, when the power to live is missing, dryness sows hate inside of my heart
Fading lust, a flower made of stone, forgotten in being
Broken of life, disintegrated of illusion
The dread lets me feel the force of love, to refuse my power, I hate the thirst of love
It will judge me, judge me until death
Sunday means flesh