Separation - Immer

the lie, cheat, fake and pain,

true is tied up with chain

no one believes in good

evil and lie has become in flood

any fucking son of the bitch

inside monster poses gently

hopefully will meet the death

which will cut his fucking head

the son of the bitch being alone

his soul locked in dark compression

the son of the bitch forever alone

the soul locked in separation

cold rain, wailing songs to hear

violin creaking, coffin is let down

flock of starving crows is able to hear

shallow hole becomes cathedral

a sing out of tune, it is the last tour

dark unknown is coming soon

as same as life the death is such

it is up to who was bigger fucker.

the son of the bitch being alone

his soul locked in dark compression

the son of the bitch forever alone

the soul locked in separation