The star's luminosity failing All grey ash and ruin Bathed in the light of their guttering waning As if a world spilled from his heart's painting
No, please no What have I wrought upon me?
Overflowing, I wander here still Blackened feet drag through dust Bound by shackles hung With a stone of Sisyphean weight
No, I beg This cannot be Darkness claims me
A burden of proportions Biblical In these dizzying plains of desolation So in death, as you were in life May the punishment fit the crime
The soundless scream still echoes with acrid winds This tomb is of my own making Their faces hang above me, a warning They were dragged here, mourning Toward my horizon, cold
No, please no What have I wrought upon me?
No, I beg This cannot be Darkness claims me
They were dragged here, helpless Toward my horizon, cold
I was never a person I am a black holeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
