Texty: Antares. The Last Sunset. The Touch Of The Silent Souls.

Dark shadows are creeping in the night
Who have already experienced death
They who were resurrected by darkness
Have been caressed by torture and misery

Now the dead souls set out to overtake power
To have it as their own world
Their coming is silent and mute
The fulfilment is loud of screams

They get everywhere
No one can escape
They get through walls staight to you
They kill you and everybody with you
You can be terrified of this feeling
You are already dead

And when they have reached you and you have given them your soul
You join them too
Together you go with a black flag in your hand
That does not profess lies but sure death

When people look into the mirror
You will stand behind them
Smiling you look into their eyes
Then you send them to the hereafter

And when the lives of all the living beings have been taken
No flesh and blood remains
The Earth will look depopulated
Though it will be full of silent souls