Gasman

Where is the shadow, that calls me into darkness?
Where are the troops, that hail the one eyed god?
Where is the voice, that whispers us the paradise?
Where are our bodies, left to rot?
An emperor between the lights
«Er ist ein Führer» of pregnant frights
If they get birth and rise again…
…will be the fourth realm and then…
Gasman coming, lord of death
Kiss the children in their last breath
Love the women hard and cold
Gasman, you are called Gasman
Gasman
Gasman
Gasman
Gasman
March on towards a gory past
For our future that nothing left
Call the gasman with draping fumes
Remains just dead, a stinking dune
Gasman
Gasman
Gasman
Gasman
Gasman