Worshipping the cult of death Imprening death in the holocaust of mind Conception of time becomes a treacherous void... Dust in the hands of the servants of God...
A dream carved in the past, feared and unknown traces Its deadly tracts scarred in an irrelevant future A bloody tie infected by dark recollections...
Deep signs of the end carved in the bones And in every vaguely human appearance Recalling the similairy with the impious Lord His plan and our failure... Be a whole with Its grandeur...
Your spirit is dead... Trapped in your flesh... You decided your death... Tasting the poison...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
