Wandering the unknown, licking broken hopes Moves of nothing in the strain, for the strain is real
Pale faces turned backward and crosses upside down
Breathing the voidly ghosts, leaves faint into grey smokes The autumn of the Soul, appealing colours Bleeding the vainly boasts, fumes off the cans of hope The winter of the flesh will make all as one
Sinister banks have swept the years, the sorry man will expire Threads of fate burn twice, there is no hope, no illusion Blind and behind the light, faces of death foreshadowing the rests Prey, observe silence, pray, witness silence
Lined up candles pointing at the sky, ever burning down to the last defeat Wind whispering fears, plague sweeping, bleeding all the tears
Voluntarily deaf to the darkness The sorry man knows no true taste Dead trees, moves of nothingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
