Lyrics

To give you an impression of the process of writing the lyrics, maybe we should make a movie out of it, but then you would be staring at Wilmar's head in his left hand while thinking of lines that would suit the lyrical content of the song. Instead you may watch him record vocal tracks next week, which will be tormenting enough for you to view. Instead we will present you the lyrics of the song 'The Dead are not Supposed to Speak'. It might give you a direction in which the lyrics are heading...

Etherial voices, a realm beyond the sky

People wonder where to go after they die

In fear they offer words unto the brave

Who will await the sandy soil of the grave

Some Char-latans with voices in their heads

Offer a window into the realm of the dead

But all comes down to a matter of belief

And people who will gain profit of your grief

CHORUS:

Immortality is what they seek

The eternal void is what they dread

The Dead are not supposed to speak

The Dead are supposed to be… Dead