You pinched your pennies, you sold your soul You found no reasons which bored a hole Led into trickery this all still ends Bright, flash of lightning meets your amends
You thought you had it all when the world did fall And all the things you have they are now all dead With all the things you dreamed
Beg for release praying for your mercy Is this the end ball of flame the sky opens Trenches being dug the mortal will be corralled Slow marching death redemption comes calling
You look at the sky a simple red You'll hide your eyes ungrateful dread Your pupils dilate your fear it grows Your skin is scorched peeled from its bones
We're bleeding from our eyes suffocation This strangle hold on life emaciation We are set on fire immolation From graves it steals our powerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
