蹑er Den Fluss - Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows (永恒沉睡)

He woke up as his flesh fell off slice by slice

Floating high up in the air more than ten-thousand miles

He said he was crucified underneath a baneful sky

Had nails through feet and hands

Yes also nails in his eyes

In defiance of all living things he hang there upside down

His poor vicious face almost touching the ground

He knows well where he's been

Don't let him in

He claimed twelve-thousand crucifixes transformed

Into distorted sombre trees

Blood ran down their scarred trunks

Gushed slowly dripping out of the leaves

The offering gathered in a chalice all golden

Held by the dirty hands of a black-bearded man

His face sheer spitefulness

He knows well where he's been

So don't let him don't let him in

Don't let him in