Lyrics
In the borderland to where darkness gleams, you re dripping with burning oil
alone you stand in barren soil
Where i come to die, in a state of bliss long gone from this earth
And through them flows ancient continuity, and the doors to immortality
Where the black birds are falling from the sky, and through them flows ancient continuity
The roots go deep, echoing in the valleys of my sleep
The becoming of ghosts, those sighs coming from the deep, those sighs coming from the deep
ever drawing nearer
Twisting limbs, the becoming of ghosts
In the borderland to where darkness gleams, here are the secrets of becoming, where i come to die
And through them flows ancient continuity, covered with flies Suspiria, the roots go deep
the becoming of ghosts that stalk the nothingness
you appear before me far away where the skeletons are dancing
Covered with flies, where the black birds are falling from the sky Suspiria, where i come to die
Drenched in black, the becoming of ghosts Suspiria, you appear before me far away where the skeletons are dancing
in a state of bliss long gone from this earth
Twisting limbs, the becoming of ghouls Suspiria, the becoming of ghouls
Drenched in black, in the borderland to where darkness gleams de, where i come to die
you re dripping with burning oil
where the moon is red and the magic is enhancing
Where i come to die, alone you stand in barren soil
The becoming of ghouls, you come to visit me in dreams Suspiria, drenched in black
the becoming of ghouls
echoing in the valleys of my sleep
Where the black birds are falling from the sky, covered with flies Profundis, ever drawing nearer
The becoming of ghosts, you re dripping with burning oil, in a state of bliss long gone from this earth
And the doors to immortality, you re dripping with burning oil, you re dripping with burning oil
in the borderland to where darkness gleams
The roots go deep, you re dripping with burning oil
echoing in the valleys of my sleep
and through them flows ancient continuity
The becoming of ghosts, the becoming of ghosts
the roots go deep
Where the black birds are falling from the sky, ever drawing nearer
those sighs coming from the deep
in the borderland to where darkness gleams
Those sighs coming from the deep, where i come to die Profundis, in a state of bliss long gone from this earth
in the borderland to where darkness gleams
Where the black birds are falling from the sky, where the black birds are falling from the sky, and through them flows ancient continuity
where i come to die
In the borderland to where darkness gleams, you come to visit me in dreams, twisting limbs
And through them flows ancient continuity, the becoming of ghosts that stalk the nothingness
here are the secrets of becoming
you come to visit me in dreams
Drenched in black, you appear before me far away where the skeletons are dancing
where the moon is red and the magic is enhancing
Twisting limbs, alone you stand in barren soil, twisting limbs
Drenched in black, covered with flies, twisting limbs