Am I - death is not Is Death - I am not Destructive Our mistakes Understand and overcome Or taboo and displace In the last hour you'll see The choice is yours
Sprawled between the womb and the grave Both moments preposterous and without meaning Only these two points, as a clamp To fill any sense and purpose Thus the sense of being, mutates to time But time itself gives me no sense
Everyone will get to know the abyss And everyone has to overcome it Pain is not perpetuated in the flesh But provokes doubts and unfounded fears
Am I - death is not Is Death - I am not Understand and overcome Or taboo and displace In the last hour you'll see The choice is yours
The world, as we feel and experience it Is created by us and breathes through us Fears, create anger. Anger creates hatred All evil, rises through us Malice scares and lets you create your own hell Just because you give back what you reap
What you reap
The art of dying is Equated with the art Of living because Time is short and Death is a thief
The cycle of your life In which you exist Is an emptiness that Dissolves in death What you nave created Dissolves in death Ignorance towards the end Darkens the future Displacement of fate Denies life And with it rose SatanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
