A stealthy hand of an occult ghost Between the folds of the dark of the numbness It shakes me and I wake up but in my heart I can’t find a gesture nor a face
And I feel as if my life were tied with a thread To an unknown hand towards the unknown I feel that I am nothing but the shadow of a face And I don’t exist I exist as the void.
An ancient terror unburied I bear in my chest as if from a throne It descends upon me without forgiveness I am made his servant without insult
Tennottosavenla Cordounriema Olosilrestalla Rito VoltarnataTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
