歌词:
woh By the time you'll fall, gro-wing old with your re-morse, lost in the end-less uni-verse a-gain I put my blind-fold on, for the god I will per-form there will be no war, no more Be-ware the Aza-thoth call, sei-sm, storm and squall for his rest I will teach you what it really means to die poi-son the stars aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa poi-son the stars
