A psychopath has found a sight and a way to be the king of days A rhyme without a poem and the luster of his last ways The angels of death had a right and a cause for a sorrow to say A mortal flight across a chasm and on to the underworld's graves
They sail a burning sun A war they never won They toss the fear aside Never to ask for - pride
The spirits flights into a valley, a darkness that led them astray An infant's eyes now open, with it a tempter, allude and betray You know your master's leash is tight and keeps your death and your children at bay The raging maniac aware and knows the cost of his earthly maze
They sail a burning sun A war they never won They toss the fear aside Never to ask for – prideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
