The waiting darkness holds things, deep into the colors of dream Living tones of suffering, hidden shades of sadness within Blinded by its painful glimpses, I can see It flashing back my life The waiting darkness holds things, shining on the blade of my knife
I'm the shoemaker I know how to heal your disease I'm the shoemaker I will put your anguish at ease
The mournful sounds that I hear, ghostly symphonies of the past The weeping tunes of my fears, dying lips expiring at last Dancing by the silent music, I can hear its dreadful voice again The mournful sounds that I hear, harmonies of steel, blood and pain
Hear the shoemaker Words of delusion and hate See the shoemaker Pictures of a man and his fate
In the dark Dying woman crying weakly In the dark When I love, I love too deeply It's all gone [The Voice from the Pit:] Life isn't fair It's all gone [The Voice from the Pit:] But death and despair I'm a slave Killing for my sacred mission [The Voice from the Pit:] Kill for my joy I'm a slave Of nightmares and hallucinations [The Voice from the Pit:] Live to destroy
[The Voice from the Pit Charlie the Head:] Kryos Mary Krystos Kryos Krystorah Kryos Mary Krystos Krystorah Krystorah
I'm the shoemaker The last note of one sad symphony I'm the shoemaker The final verse of my elegyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
