Seduced by this morbid autumn To rest in its eternal slumber The end follows not far behind
Ashes of my heathen pride Shall sow the seeds of our future Ashes of a tormented soul Shall glow in the flames below
Rusted nails pierce my flesh Salt pouring into my wounds Echoing screams to deaf ears Driving my own hearse down Into hell....... hell I am death My abhorrent spectre haunts So it is the autumn of my soul
Expanding and contracting In the winds of fire My transparent decay fades In remembrance....
Bitter is the taste Of the grief In my very soul
My grave... so cold My grave... pitch black tomb My grave... exists no more...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
