Klabautamann The Old Chamber 1. Mary's Abbey Withered walls buried by time Breathing the green air of the ancient These stones saw too much In infinite slumber dreams of better days Buried in time Buried in time The night breeze bears Disbelieving cries of reminiscence Desperate to fly from cells That are but Earth and boulder Mist saturated with memories Veils the old abbey Recollections of the sun dreamed by withered shrines And eyes that went blind in primordial days Buried in time Buried in time 2. Bog Spawn Deep winter in medieval times A bleak guise staggering through white Gelid winds howling under nightly skies Whirling snowflakes unrelenting He's wrapped in tatters Smelling like death His cheerless face Bares hollow eyes Pillowed on a crutch He stalks through murky landscapes Scenting his desired prey Warm blood of a new born Better shut your windows And bar your doors Deep sadness will flood your existence Should it be you he haunts Women hiding their beloved children Weeping and begging for grace Males keeping watch Trembling in desperate fear A lifeless little body Out in the cold Parents drowning in tears A bleak guise staggering through white 3. Dead Marshes White eyes lure the weak To find the dead where they fell Long ago in an age far gone Don't follow the lights! Don't follow the lights! Run from his screams Look not below, nor above He watches these lands Long gone are all memories But whispers remain Of the war that has filled the dead marshes With lifeless eyes None shall pass these marshes None shall ever return Never rest, close your eyes only to die Don't follow the lights! 4. The Crown Of The Wild No man has ever seen these lands Mercy for no-one invading our grounds Claws rip wounds of time In grasslands of our elders Hunting my prey, killing the traitors Howl to the moon Jaws, merciless, leave holes, break bones, take life The call of the wild Hunting my prey, killing the traitors Howl to the moon May the hunt begin, may the pack run free May gold-rimmed eyes find their way The moon calls us tonight I am the crown of the wild Hunting my prey, killing the traitors Howl to the moon Hunting my prey, killing the traitors Howl to the moon 5. Gloom I am the cold shiver The feeling someone's watching you The sudden attack of fear Obscurity enclosing your perception It's been hundreds of years Since I became what I am A strange pathetical being Envying those who are living And those who are dead It's my chilly breath That pours white frost on the meadow It's my freezing gaze Dragging you in the shadow My thoughts cover your sensation Distracting your psyche Affecting your moves Neglecting your dreams It is hard to comprehend I do exist Yet I am now really there But still you can feel me Dwelling in lucid reflections Of the wailing moon On the quiet surface Of silently moaning lakes 6. The Old Chamber [Instrumental] 7. Death's Canvas World's canvas is grey in winter Fine lines paint the shore and the trees Willows weep for all the color Stormclouds sigh for the sun White mist a shroud to the world Drowning the noises of hollow Enclosing the old gaping windows In walls that no longer shelter Life has left these shores Hope buried too deep In ground covered by silence Memories all that remains Lake water blurs With the colorless heaven Condemning a lonely ship To aimlessness Life has left these shores Hope buried too deep In ground covered by silence Memory all that remains 8. The Maze At the end of the maze No glory awaits Nothing but barren wastelands Withered beyond recognition Ancient souls remember these dead plains Where all began and all must end At the end of the maze Still nothing is certain Riddles riding the winds Enclosing four pale riders Rider of the palest horse Rules these barren lands Where bitter cold silence remains 9. Black Rain We knew when the winds came Knew when the Earth shook Knew when the first died in flame And black rain started falling Searing pain, burning wounds Dead eyes gazing at a world gone mad Boiling blood the source of death Polluting writhing veins Abominations born, the glory of future days Thrashing in the blood of crippled mothers and black mud We knew when the winds came Black rain started falling Lucky bodies turned to dust Survivors searching the clouds for the sun That will hide for millenia to come Winter, the longest since the beginning of time Falling on Earth Burying history Choking the future Sealing the fate of man 10. The Dying Night The silent eyes of darker times Diminished by bright light The screams of terror uttered in darkness Hushed by songs of night Silent eyes of darker times Stench of fear, breath of decay Unmade by morning breezes The touch of malevolent claws Supplanted by days' embrace Silent eyes of darker times Silent eyes of darker times To murder the night Trees pain the blue sky On a dark canvas of light To murder the night Trees paint the blue sky On a dark canvas of light Florian Toyka ‒ Bass, Guitars (additional) Tim Steffens ‒ Vocals, Guitars, Bass