Marduk Azrael ( Live Katowice Poland 2003)

I am the dust of desert dunes and the chilly wind of death I am the waves on the oceans of blood, and the knives and swords to shred the just I am the time, the withering and the withered, as well as the thorns, burning and sharp I am the rain of lust that wets the chaste, and the torch that ends your life I am the one whose name still the hearts and the silence their breaths I am the one who speaks your name, weakens your fall into my cold arms Just waiting for that kiss of my scythe Both fool and the wise, one thing is certain that life flies one thing is certain and the rest is lies the flower that once has blown forever dies I stand above you whispering low you know not what into your ear of my strange language you all know as there is not a word of fear Azrael