When my sight will grow dim, I will know I am almost through. And to think I never knew, the secret of eternal passion. Sew my vessel with the skin of gods, for a voyage to a neverending journey, from a backstabbing fate. For every king and every slave, martyrs will never know victory. What is suffering if not sharing, what is morality if nothing at all. Hatred as a coat of arms! Carry me home or let me die... "Dare I to sail this treacherous sea. Pale, celestial hanging from a tree. In consolation, forbidden dream I dream and now I soar on these glorious wings". What is suffering if not sharing, what is morality if nothing at all. Misery of the flesh, their eyes will pierce the armor, my wings covered with sulphur. Misery of the flesh, their eyes will pierce the armor, shallow bones, to the hollow grave!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
