M/Maugrim/A Premature Slaughter, in an Age of Torment
Endless nights bring closure to all there ever was these woods will comfort my battered soul composure of our love, distorted by the lust is there a point to this hopeless life? to the endless lies? no meaning or will left in my displeased heart black is the night, as is my soul forever looking for something to ease my sorrow
flocked in the trees, the crows perch so peacefully to be one with the forest, is all my heart longs for ages of torment, all led up to this a premature slaughter of my emotions can there be an answer? to the painful trials we have taken part
ignorance is bliss, but bliss has become my only friend self-hate, an option, to redeem the displeasure set me free, o' ye who claims the rightful place
cleanse my mind of the utter distress. is there nothing left?
please. take me. and make me free. please. break me. and make me bleed.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.