The self-mutilation Necrosis of the soul Dark is the shadow of life Hot as Hell
You take the matters into your own hands From now on it's downhill A single candle burns - In the vast consuming darkness Uplifting like a funeral
Through these years you were created In the void between life and death A shimmering blade shreds through his flesh At the peak of his night - time bliss Misanthropes, kings and queens And a painful vision of Hell
It burns The blisters on my hands So nebulous, dark as December
You should be dead by now Lost in time and space But you push the limits further You hate the human raceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
