The Watchtower

Nocturnal flight, no shadows cast A distant symbol of our beyond Life lies in front of us Sacred Ground, Rotten Earth Ashes To Dust Flesh Decomposed Caressing the sacred ground Where the deadened corpses lie A sepulchural misty night With a whiff of the Macabre Silently watching the stones Put there as a symbol of death Our minds united; A force is lit, And insight creates A humanoid watchtower, reaching for Their souls to the Sky For a glance onto The Other Side... --- The Watchtower - Darkthrone