Living in an everlasting impasse of terror Captivity within the silent torment The darkest dream…
Everything is falling in the shadows From a cross carved in rotten wood The saints cross the border of perversion Wounding the soul, wounding the hope
Unable to rest Unable to speak Unable to escape and recover what is his What was stolen from his heart
Stigmata!
Silence pulverizes what remains of faith A black tumor grows in the deep of soul Feded by memories of pain Wearing the scarlet letter
In a maze of trauma and terror Without eyes, without words In a maze of secret lies The true darkness among priests Living hell, dying in pieces Helpless among the hungry beasts
Now, almost dead he's praying if there is a God While he covers his scarlet mark written with blood Disguise indolence in a guilty love Twisting the truth, diverting him out the pathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
