From Eden I'm snatched Sacred home to my kind Smirched by dead-keen prayers Virginity got defiled Long before me My rage is no match to their deeds I might die but this is my beacon of liberty No place to hide Break the wall, break the chain In the moment of suffering
No, no, no more No punishment No No perrishing No No
Visions of fragile memory Crackling my inner spirit Breaking of illusion to an illusion I will no longer suffice to appetence
It's time to get down to business A performance just from me The sanctums of my entity Yearning for potency Manifestation of repression Among the illusion
This is the first time This is the last time This is my final curtain
Now it's up to me my friend Focus on the spot light
To be heard, to be remembered Be the one who refuses, who resists this is for all captives, for all wrecked souls
To those who already died In the ring of misery My brothers I'm raising the sun Freedom Die, die, die, dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
