Deities of Deathlike Sleep Songtext
von Grand Cadaver

Across the darkest waters
The mist lies silent in haze
What carries the divine eternal
Will yield to the bottomless
The pious hands
As nails to the catafalque
Atonement demands of this
What the hallowed halls cannot
No consecration
To the shadowed unholy ghost
Their glory unsanctified In the hollow tombs of rot
I hear the night
The blood runs cold
I hear the night
Forevermore
The dead shall fall
Below the earth
They lie in wait
Always to return
They are deities of deathlike sleep
Deities of deathlike sleep


Inside of life′s array
The insolent curse takes hold
As they profane the fallen
All madness be lost to time
The pious hands
As nails to the catafalque
Atonement demands of this
What the hallowed halls cannot
No consecration
To the shadowed unholy ghost
Their glory unsanctified
In the hollow tombs of rot
I can feel it
I can feel it now
I can feel it dying
I can feel it
I can feel it now
I can feel it dying

I hear the night
The blood runs cold
I hear the night
Forevermore
The dead shall fall
Below the earth
They lie in wait
Always to return
They are deities of deathlike sleep
Deities of deathlike sleep