born upon the cusp of revelation a consciousness awakened by the dawn a primitive undying fascination moved the hand that carved into the stone
faces change, thought returns to dust ashen countenance, holy rust I am compendium
trapped inside the cultish hall of mirrors taught to worship self-destructing flaws running now, the ravens getting nearer fighting off the gnashing of the claws
this is the weight of heartbreak this is the weight of life a thunder at the temple silencing endless strifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
