Bare the guilt of intimate defeat Only to realize it was a moment of unease
Forced upon mankind, like a sharp knife, twisting inside Spill this blood of purity, from a slit wrist, ending life Transfixed on this task, revive the dead, a final breath Suffer the curse of madness, wake the rotted flesh of the dead
Splintered shards of broken glass, tearing teeth through raw flesh Revival is not complete, rotten soul of eternal sleep Summon the phoenix from rest, ignite the ashes of death Call upon the kings of flame, lend me the spell to resurrect
Inhabit the restored flesh for transition of this timely fate Manifest this chaos of blood to restore the lifeless and reanimate Plotting for these final days inside a bastard mold of deathly rage Another sick experimental stage while kept in this undead state
Like a drop of blood in water Infecting the clarity of purpose
The time has come to kiss the sun, this life of flame is born of blood Dissecting thoughts of an ending loss, take the hand of eternal rot This pain will be forged, under the knife of pestilence Incantation of this death, cast this the spell to resurrectTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
