Clinging to life in the reflection of the self Breathing the air from the poisoned pit Hovering through flames from the burning core
Searching for reason in the ashes of men Obeying the laws of the kings without lands Bowing in awe at the hypocrite's feet Not hearing the cry of the infant
Poisoning the seed that was planted within Ignoring the winter that closes in Believeing the tales from the forked tongue Frozen to death without being born
Looking for reason in the bottomless abyss
Clinging to life in the reflection of the self Breathing the air from the poisoned pit Hovering through flames from the burning core
Searching for reason in the ashes of men Obeying the laws of the kings without lands Bowing in awe at the hypocrite's feet
Clinging to life Frozen to death
Clinging to life in the reflection of the self Frozen to deat without being born
Absorbing the reek of rotting Flesh Marching in convoys to fields unknown
Clinging to life in the reflection of the self Embracing the sun without casting shadows
Believing the tales from the forked tongue Frozen to death without being born.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
