I am the feeling I am the mystery of Gods Spreading all in blood
You are the fearest of evil with memories to lie And you always know that here are the pain Here are the thieves Look at this mirror You're lost in this way In the darkness of your soul
Fear all the hate Fear all these tears You call the heroes from hell You make them cry Steal their mind Then go to hell
No one to hear you No Angels or Demons So here's what you did and you'll pay Shall you live or die
So now this could be more cruel They know what I've steal and I'll Keep going on for the pain Living inside your blood
And here are the pain Here are the thieves Who's in this mirror Ignored by hate And I know the burden hurts
And fearing your grave Fearing confused You call the heroes from heaven
You make them cry Steal their mind Then go to hellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
