Gasman - Centhron

Where is the shadow, that calls me into darkness?

Where are the troops, that hail the one eyed god?

Where is the voice, that whispers us the paradise?

Where are our bodies, left to rot?

An emperor between the lights

«Er ist ein Führer» of pregnant frights

If they get birth and rise again…

…will be the fourth realm and then…

Gasman coming, lord of death

Kiss the children in their last breath

Love the women hard and cold

Gasman, you are called Gasman

Gasman

Gasman

Gasman

Gasman

March on towards a gory past

For our future that nothing left

Call the gasman with draping fumes

Remains just dead, a stinking dune

Gasman

Gasman

Gasman

Gasman

Gasman