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
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