The time we feast in the underground You can't choose for being shroud Eyes sucked out from your skull Cast's always late from the funeral
Atoms you turn that may last Despite nature of your craft Funeral party is always a feast A nebulous parting for the priest
Death's obscure mask will change With the times of the decayed
Now we must die Willing to try To see what lasts In a wooden casket
Nothing stays Always the same Rotten corpse Grief unspoken
Death will always choose it's own A beautiful massacre to be shown Crown of thorns lay beside your bed A body for service to be shred
Graveyard in bloom during full moon Shadows are shaped by the bride and the groom Mouth full of dust to decay more slow
This spoiled era of humanity We crawl like insects Submitted for brutality Cause never seen Worshipping something that's not real We cry for release Priests words make you insane This world seems a mistake
Sorrow... Grief... Release...
Now we must die Willing to try To see what lasts In a wooden casket
Nothing stays Always the same Rotten corpse Grief unspokenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
