The story goes of the deceased Remembering aging seasons The memories of youthful sceneries Are gone and no longer remain…
A mirrored reflection, old man before me Those hands are all worn and wasted So cold and tired, exhausted spirit Anticipating the end…
The sooner the death, the less of the pain The longer I live, the torment remains The sooner the death, the less of the pain Take a last breath, descend to the grave…
Super natural means to exit this realm The dead calling beyond the grave Deafening cries for the mourning of man Silenced by infinite time Peeled from the skin, spiritual embodiment Hear the dirt filling my tomb No more of the lies, the truth is revealed Of what happens when I surpass life…
The pain subsides to nothing, surpass the fear of death The quest for a greater state of existence is revealed This life you once knew is reborn, no longer am I in pain Cry not my friend for I will see you on the other side…
Wake not my eternal slumber for I no longer want to return Wake not my eternal slumber for I no longer want to return
This is no longer my world so please let me rest in peace…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
