In the shadow of the mountain high,
A god stands firm, with a watchful eye.
In silence, he carries the weight of the skies,
Bound by a choice that none can deny.
He walks alone, through realms unseen,
With a heart full of dreams
In silence, he carries the weight of his own
His purpose is just unknown
I cannot breed
I’m certified
who is to pray
when I’m a god
Ich bin der Untergang
Ich bin dein Heiligtum
Ich bin Alles
Alles was du je verwehrst
Ich bin der Untergang
Ich bin dein Heiligtum
Ich bin Alles
Ich bin Nemea