Fate of man is written High among the stars But all the stars are bought and sold by those who hold the cards
False ideals are spreading Corrupting broken minds Sanity is luxury that you will not provide
Nightfall crawling through the sky Tells me my time has come to end I sense the smell of death My pulse slowly stops Accept your fate and give yourself to death's sweet embrace Reunite with Lucifer and stop the pointless race
Pills of contentment Succes sold in books Philty lies to hide a fact of sheckles closed on you
Tarot lays on table It waits for your move Its time to choose if you got hold or grip is hold on you
Nightfall crawling through the sky Tells me my time has come to end I sense the smell of death My pulse slowly stops Accept your fate and give yourself to death's sweet embrace Reunite with Lucifer and stop the pointless raceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
