The morning ash is hither Vanished is the haze of dreams Barely thirteen hours left To erode this soul's disease
A jaded umbra beaten and weak Its mortal shell ready to cave in Blinded as the blinds go up To let the flooding begin
Seems forever since the very last time this ageing ghost was known to glide cuffed and blinded by demons so vile, whoever could have thought it to rise in this grey morning?
Through bewildered eyes, the flame Begins to flicker as the shades start crawling in Their morbid gala sets the scene To tap into the true force of the abyss In this ashen morning
This day, awaken Tear down the wall, edge the blades Summon the banished soul and gaze Inside, rip out its seething cancer Sever this morbid rot from the inner eye Be aliveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
