Death from an ancient godless curse Fire and brimstone from the sky The boatman waits for his passengers It's my Burden of Ubiquitous Scars Soldiers swallowed by and angry sea A glimpse of a smile on the boatman's face Behind the veil of the overwhelming facade The waters will not be contained
Cascading incisions, carving the soil of familiarity, digging a grave for weathered perception The lesser waters traveled flow deliberately, offering perpetual exodus, never looking back to the walking skeletal remains The Burden of Ubiquitous Scars Behind the veil of this facade You put me here I took you there What was then is not right now It's my burdenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
