A cult of dread Spills silence On a tattered people The strings of sanity Plucked until frayed Divided amongst themselves Sheltered in the fires Of their own hell Call to me Presence of peace Shelter me Face of the patient Forbid me not This oath of freedom From the void A voice of reason Collapse of the brittle A balance in despair Torn from the pinnacle Built on their backs Showered in the blood of regret A fateful mourn From the undertow of creationTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
