Ultha
Der alte Feind (Jeder Tag reißt Wunden)
Ponder!
So finite, so small
Nearer to nothing I walk, I crawl
Disintegrate my thoughts
I fail, I fall
But you and I, we've been through that
Like severed limbs that we once had
So many demons, so many hells
Living on the outside of everything else
But you and I, we've felt all that
Like all the throes that we once had
So many demons, so many hells
Living on the inside of everyone else
It will be coming forever:
No morе time than time itself