All hope is lost they who enter here Now the day dissolving into thin air Browning shed lies that way They eternal slaves Browning shed, here lies that way Hiding me from dead rain
Here I ask for aid my sweet Eve, guide my divine entrance
Take this ride through you, in the scattering ashes of my wound This Boulevard is the way that runs among the lost
Last hope crossed following the trail So this way drives us to hopless place Rather twisted game She has told me I shall see the souls enslaved by those suckers
Here I'm madly brave, on my path planting seeds of vengeance
Take this ride through you, in the scattering ashes of my wound This Boulevard is the way that runs among the lost
(I have told you we shall see the souls to misery doomed, who intellectual good have lost And when her hand she had stretched forth to mine, everything won't be the same will never be the same)
Way to decadence, way of abhorrence, Hear the consequence, my omnipotence
Take this ride through you, in the scattering ashes of my wound This Boulevard is the way that runs among the lostTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
