Reign of ash The ever flowering leper nourishment On empty, dead soil Withered, condemned, colorless, old
I will create As I speak dust
Birthing the suns void Unto the cold memory dust
In frozen stare In grave misery
Yearning for the poison honey Of thy piteous promise Dying in embrace What was lost in the flesh A vacant form Of timeless wounds
Where all realities are raped equally As all history is written in the ash of doom
As if the viper Never offered the fruit Before the feeble men Could even know the shame
The final wound The burnt scar Reduced to ravenous reign of ash
In the end, we belong dead In the end, nothing will descendTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.