No Homesick For The Murderers
In endless distance, lost untouchable for related souls
Captured in a world between land and sea

Bound by the quest, tied at the mast
There at the ferry to guid the souls on the ship of the dead
There at the place without the living
I am nether one nor the other

Through my actions doomed to rot here
Once a noble man with woman and a child
But as madness snatched away my sanety
All good things in my life fall to his prey
The family dead on the floor, blood on my hands
That cannot be! Thats not me!

Faint rustle creeping cold
Proclaim the arrival of the silent judge
The verdict falls hard and heavy in form of chains
That are tieing me now to this ship
No escape, no looking back
Forced to look straight forward, to bring the undead carriage
To the fucking habor
And when the judge's verdict fall
Then there´s no mercy, no pity
Thrown into chains at the end of the world
Where the yearning for the homeland erodes the spirit of the murderer
But there is no place for homesick
Only an unknown suffering, which treatens him to break

Fall into disappair
Break under the wight of your sins