In the I lies the martyr, the willing sacrifice Stand before the selfdestructive sadist Hand him the knife Because he owns the illusion
In pain revel the fear, the value of blood Sharpen all edges to blind the chimera Sigh; the masters of the earth will no longer kneel Rip a wound that will never heal
Then mend the loss of christ
Unfolding the rivalry of white dreams wishes And the sign of the horns shall appear to many
In birth the wicked dwell In a human shell Ashes of the original sin lies therin And each one born Will be a regent in an age of the horn
In pain revel the fear, the value of blood Sharpen all edges to blind the chimeraTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
