Rigor Mortis - Iskald

Soon my mind goes wild, in the face of death

I see the stars glowing beneath my soul

I’m ill

I’m sick

I feel totally ravaged

Mother, I told you that I was to sick

Now I pick flowers from the garden of Eden

In my last dream I dreamt about being a great warrior

Now as I’m sinking to death

I feel only despair

I’m never going to be the one I was meant to be

I am but a young orphan wanting a mother’s love

But none of these things were given to me, I am all alone

And now I’m lying here, with only my dreams

Which you clearly remember

…as I walk over.

Rigor Mortis!