Prison for the damned soul Has no space for standing For something called the ideal Or against the lies
Nor is there room To lie down and wither Just enough to bear witness To the hated life
What's the worth of the light of the sun Without the fire of hate and lust it awakes And what good is the light of the moon Without spilled blood for it to bless
The black sun worshipper Denied himself, denied life Because of his convictions He let everything fade away
Is it a choice to abandon The inner saviour, inner master When your fate didn't matter Even to those most luminous beingsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
