halls of death, and ruthless enemies they have all deserved to be in there hearts are full of grief, dissapointment dreadfull nightmares dwelling into your mind
since you have been declerated as an ornament your are the prisoner of your own obsessions pressure on the walls of your own mind pressure of your never existed life and hopes
heads are saturated they are still smiling into your head they are still screaming
halls of dead, ruthless enemies schizophrenic... torment...
this is the gash eternal sleep
your are drawned in love but you are betraying despite yout anger and begging you are isolatedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
