If these walls could speak, they would tell the weird story Of some secret cursed dynasties, witnesses of the time… And also crimes and blasphemies suppuring blood and tears… The unhealthy stench of moist, the aura so dark, Mesmerizing they lead your soul to blow your life apart And ask you to stay forever as some others did in the past… First they all felt under the charm until it consumed their mind Isolation supports the paranoia, until tragedy came…
At night I can hear the chanting of the dead… Here is no peace… if these walls could speak…
Domain of flies, spiders and rats, no place for human reign Even some priest would have changed, revealing the beast inside From the cursed day they were built, hiding fear and mystery Evil dwells in these walls, satan possesses the moisted stones Times stops as you pass the entry, voices call to join them down As a golden torture chamber, grim but still living on its own Even gold rusts so close to evil, forles call you to stay To feed them with new blood, as some others did in the past
Here is no peace…. If these walls could speak
Fascinated by morbid thoughts, fleshcrawls and fever pulsions The paradox of ecstasy when sanity extinguishes Reversed is the cycle of nature, reversed is the cycle of life A few knew it but all were touched, the plague goes on Sowing the seeds of discord, leading humans to fratricide As some icy stone fingers closing on yours destiny Time doesn't exist anymore, here is no peace I knew it a time and will never forget this scar…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
