A crown of worms the perfume of decay the heart only burns when the soul withers away
A veil of insects hides the face of ruin it feeds, it infects it will be our undoing
In my shadow nothing good will grow
cruelty needs innocence a corpse on which to feed lust becomes decadence consume without need
the taste of treason the scent of fear like sand between your fingers all you held dear
In my shadow nothing good will grow In my shadow the source of all your woes
Foul, my heart burns Now behold the crown of worms
the source of all your woes
sins – only night can teach hide – where the light can't reach soul – by lust eclipsed behold – as we feast on the eve of our demise
Foul, my heart burns Now, behold the crown of worms
A crown of worms A crown of worms My heart burns It's burning awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
