Clinging on to the scythe with one hand And the seeds of putrefaction in the other The bringer of death makes his final stand As he walks you to the shadow's horizon
The false seed grows in the barren soil Hollow echoes the cries for a lost harvest Starvation is the yield of all your toil Long winter nights are always the darkest
Existence upheaved by the indifferent plow Angels thaw from their graves of snow Embraced by mourning's darkened glow We journey to the gallow's row
With broken shovels we dig all our graves Starving and lifeless and covered in dust The rotten tree of life slowly decays Devotion has turned all gold into rust
The gilded knife cuts the chains of life The blade is cold but warmed by blood A silvery moon shines its crooked light Night falls early when your head hits the mud
The abyss it stares Into your soul The darkness it aches And burns your skin The fathomless depths Swallow you whole Your fall is broken By those you've betrayed
The gilded knife cuts the chains of life The blade is cold but warmed by blood A silvery moon shines its crooked light Night falls early when your head hits the mud
The view from the bottom is hauntingly black You writhe in agony, you've ventured too deep Peak humanity - still it won't get you back This throne of misery is yours to keepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
