Dirty dwarf proposes a toast
To his god
He'd like to lick his tears
And brim his chalice
He's painting the air black
Want's to kill the myth
The air is always clean
God's repelled the dirty dwarf

Open the black casket
You've got the key

The spring of life starts to vibrate
Intensified by the waves
A white sail seen through the mist
The casket plays for me
Magic of sounds, master's perfection
Like a bird's breath
An angel's lips touch
And drinking up the tears

Open the black casket
You've got the key

The same place
It has occupied
An old face
You could see inside
The same blue
Tunes it always play
Its metal soul
Tapes obsessional tales

The casket's foretelling a dream
Time to go down