Through the dimensional Confusion of survive I drink what remains Of the autumn of life Sleeping lives by the moon’s lullaby A grant to the wind
I am the sand that flies in the wet wind Through sorrows of midnight Where life gets weak Transforming necks into chalices Which are used only one time Time when god bleeds And the ashes of the moon Break through our veins
I am the nightfall Drying flesh thirsty for blood I am the one that never existed And had never died Cry for me Your abomination is my pleasure Red tears Empty of life
I am the vortex of the evil and the good The darkness light that darken the soul That once had lived Through kisses and tears Where furious eyes cry out For peace and tranquility The resting of the tired And the crash of the reality
Crystalized words in Most transparent ice The eternal that dies In the weeping of the stars
And waits to the end of the eternal A grant to the windTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
