Surge
Forms in the abstract
Holes amd faces on the Moon
Spinning devil's angel
All around you
We crossed the fields scratches
Scars and blood join
Creatures 'round the heart-land
Surround your teats too

Facing
Just in your back
Mirrors and thousand faces
Show us the way
That we get cross through

Fields in pain
Full of souls
And the unreal
Is reality

Surge
Forms in the abstract
Holes and faces on the Moon
Spinning devil's angel
Just around you
What wasn't real
Is innocence
And the unreal
Or reality

And souls
Are burning
All tis pain don't compare
With the evil sight
Beware!
Persecuted by wraiths
They are the oblivion
You're thenext soul
Next soul to burn

And souls are burning
And souls are burning
And souls are burning