We embrace the void The flash of a dying star The time of the countless aeons A corpse of a soul made of scars
How silent is the distant clock The ultimate judge of our fate Dim despair of an unsettling dream In your twisted mind awaits
Spirit becalmed, emotions embalmed They hide the deep cracks in your heart You feel the torture of fixing the past The cold bitterness in a mouthful of dust
We embrace the void The flash of a dying star The time of the countless aeons A corpse of a soul made of scars
Untamed passion, unnerving lust Silence grows darker and time runs slow From slumber arises, always the last Voracious bite of old hope
Crimson eyes in a veil of grey An abhorrent laughter, a deathly grin You reach for a hand, blackened and stained It dissolves in shadows and remains unseen
Voice of a spirit with eyes made of scars Is a prison of soul in a dying star
Haunted by the past you have tried to avoid To chase a false hope is to embrace the void To embrace the void
Voice of a spirit with eyes made of scars Is a prison of soul in a dying star Haunted by the past you have tried to avoid To chase a false hope is to embrace the void The void
(To chase a false hope is to embrace the void)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
