>From the coldness of the mirror Inhuman eyes stare back at me The blueprints of decadence are revealed Subconscious beast revels in aggression Knowing nothing of boundaries, My twin of disorder
Killer of souls, a daemon if you will Inner machine of a destructive design As real as the air I breathe As concrete as the ground beneath He's my reason to practise mayhem A right to express my hatred
Absurdity! March through me Turn me into thy fortress The stronger you grow, the clearer I see No eyes shall I need in darkness
Drawn into the perpetual greyness of emotions On the shoulders of a genocide I stand He carries the invisible jewels of wisdom He is more me than I am myself, My twin of disorder
With open arms I shall confront the day When the dead forsake Gaia's embrace All of the icons of light rotate half a circle And escape into nothingness Then we are no longer two But one and the sameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
