Lost in an endless forest Black walls of wood surround my feeble self
Antagonised by that which does not feel I am brought to my knees by its prescence
The clouds of ages gather around me Suffocating me with my own desire
A moon of ice bears witness To this slaying of a pathetic soul Damned to walk shrouded in black Amongst the walls of hating wood
My newfound love for hate Now fills the void within me
As I bathe in the blood of my former self I am born anew
With their hunger sated once again The dead hills will forever stand tallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
