Dark prossesion walking down, the old cemetery hill Death in the air as they pass, the victim of my kill Merchandiser of the light, will make his last profit The heads are low as the preachure, baptize the coffin Dark wisdom lying over me, like a fucking fog I just saved him from a life, in hate and burning corps Dark wisdom rouls and tell me, my time is soon over Burning flesh is the smell, as I burning in the cold chain Dark wisdom - Without light Without hope Dark wisdom - No damned trust No damned life Dark wisdom - Eating my brain Eating my soul Dark Wisdom - Making me cry Making me dieee Now I'm dead alone in hell, as my time is over Burning man without no hope, of a life all lonely Sitting here thinking of, the real newborn creation My last doom were a start to, my nice salvation