Tekst:
Communic Payment Of Existence

On this ground, where ancient spirits once were summoned It's said to hold the way to salvation Demanding chaos, for the unknown times ahead Where the

in payment for your soul Another bone in the lifegiving soil Reincarnated - as spawns of the darkness All we crave to passes will leave a hole into deep As payment

Days are passing, weeks are counted Two weeks, four weeks, six weeks gone Where am I now, I'm missing home Behind locked doors they await my plea Do

Along the fragile edge of darkness Down to chaos seething below Rise in the grace of moonlight The stranger came in the night I've been waiting for