Magic potion, crystal clear. It's too late. Open lips and open heart. Tristan's fate. . Magic potion, crystal clear. It's too late. Open lips and open heart.
I'm riding through the night, a friend has called me. I see the moonless sky, the stars shine bright. The house before me, fog hangs over. I'm standing there alone in the dark.
Six feet under, I'm still alive. Six feet under, I've found my paradise. When I left, the skies were sober. I took this shrine last October. . In this house of gloom and glory.
I see the people, living just a lie. Searching for freedom, untill they die. They live as cowards, they die as fools. But after death is gone, I come to rule.