Imploder Lyrics - Comecon

From the pikes of the Inkas, 

from the abysses of Pamir 

From the Alps of the Old world, 

some things are clear, some things are not 

In the high mountain air I feel bright when I ain't 

I see a throned spirit and 24 elderly saints 

I feel beyond morals like Frederick, 

the moustached whipper 

I dream of a heavenly vessel, 

where god would be the skipper 

But I'm scared for it darkens, I sense powers come aloose 

And I'm lost, I'm of no use, like a coin without a flipper 

From here I can see all the good of the world 

All the bad of the world, anything of the world 

I see seals go abroke, I hear hooves across the skies 

I see a black horse, a red one, I see scourge and demise 

But what I thought was without 

is now gathering within 

It's floating on inwards as the chaos begins 

And when I'm swallowed by turmoil, 

outside new life sprouts 

The sun's coming back - I fade and go out