Your castles turn to rubble Like the ruins of your mind There's little bloody pieces That wolves have left behind
The stones beneath your feet Have grown diseased, and so have you You're looking for salvation But oblivion is due
The ugliness of man will be a twisted epitaph The hells have been created with a sick and greedy laugh
There lies the dust of ages, mixed with human flesh The dark remains are blown away by winds of nothingness
Just look six feet downward And you'll find the final key And the black winds of oblivion Will return you to the seaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
