You think you know when my time is right Standing there with your shining might No more than a frail lie Now it's gone, give me a fight
Time and time again Your pain leads the way Nails pierce through my neck Were a death serum, now it's wrecked
Halt your ever strong reign Don't set shadow on the pain You're no more than a frail lie Now it's gone, give me a fight
Look at what you have become Oh sweet saint, your role here's done Corrosive lies, whispered bane Now here's what you are, unanswered crave For he whom has been raised to hate
Through hate he sees and to hate awakes For he whom has been raised to hate Through hate he sees and hate creates
Carrier of this burden Burden of disguise Corroded by nothing Weaving your malice through time
When blades turn to rust And pain turns to dust Omens tell of light But you're forever corrupt After many lost endeavors The gales are soon to rise Aeons of lost times slip awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
