Cantos Songtext
von Manticora

I′ll write the story of the world
In cryogenic sleep I lost my sense, I lost my soul
Experiencing craziness has made my heart turn cold
For centuries and more, I've searched my head for perfect words
I′ll take my chance or live forever in a world of hurt

Impalement on a tree of thorns is definitely an option
I need the Beast to write my cantos without interruption
The trinity is split, parts roaming back through time and space
And Empathy is to be lured out of its hiding place

I'll face the pain with open mind
'Cause otherwise I′d die inside
The perfect irony in life
I know the answer to the future
Now is to be solved by us
The seven pilgrims of mankind


To be a true poet is
To become god

On the verge of suicide the butchery began
And writing capabilities came back to me again
The disappearance of my muse had ceased with all the killing
The cantos only lived through all the blood the Beast was spilling
My poem burned, destroyed in desperate screams of misery
And so, I′ll find my inspiration on the shining tree

I'll face the pain with open mind
′Cause otherwise I'd die inside
The perfect irony in life
I know the answer to the future
Now is to be solved by us
The seven pilgrims of mankind

"With ashes flying to the sky
I realize the reason why"