It returns, the memory. I feel it, coursing through my veins.
I pour a glass, and drink to life But dream of death, a kiss from beyond My dreams are iron, but my hopes are fog My quest to deny what fate creates.
It returns, the memory. I feel it, coursing through my veins. It is lost, through the smoke Fading beneath the waves.
Cool, I feel the northern breeze Thin, the air it chills my bones. Yet find a shelter in these thoughts.
Bleed, bleed out your dream Curse, curse your own name Shriek, against the sky The clouds only bring change
I reserve but a shade of memory I will destroy by my hand I rip to shreds what you think is real And reveal the emptiness behind
The womb shall reveal the blade To pierce the soul of iniquity In bringing death, and bringing hurt Vacuous existence ends in pain.
To breathe life into the empty To seek spiritual in the unholy. I try to find the right path to salvation. But why try to save what should not be saved?
Pull what you will from what’s left As the ice still peppers the grass Rebuild if you will But your fate is lost in the cycle
The weight of loss is bearing down upon me Tragically twisted – dead, denied to the world Joy was but a lightning strike And now it’s whispered away The smell of decay fills my nose I can feel the wind carry my fog away Birds, still in the sky, break through the grey…endlessly flapping.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
