The night sets forth, its howling remembrance of my lost child where innocence was turned to ash. In the fires of pain and disease, pure life will never last. And the call of the bells its leading the sermon where words dispel the bitter taste of regret, its crawling upon me, sorrow a mist in the night.
I long for the time, when ill wake from this nothingness. The jaws will open wide and swallow this sufferance. Forever upon me, deaths taunting playfulness, reap what you sow, the seeds of worthlessness.
Confined in the torment, the repeating scenes, flashing before my eyes, the ghastly hand pulling him away and into the grave.
Clawing the frozen earth, Scratching the casing of the coffin. The corpse half rotten yet soul alive. The son your god forgot.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
