The quintessence of death is hollow desire As if it would end this way, bliss is beyond reach Distant cries of yearning long lost Limping through causality
No excuse for crumbling ambition Blame is easily laid upon the weak Might and desire are the throes of wretchedness Empty husks bereft of colour wandering the path of avarice
To perish on top of a mountain full of corpses
There's an itch under the eye A yearning for blindness Relishing the darkness beneath
Blinded man Striving toward emptiness
What’s there to see anyway? Beauty was ravaged by fellow man The gods stare down with amusement At their failed experiment
Desolation of souls
It’s as though we aren’t supposed to exist A blemish on a perfect landscape Just twisted souls wandering without purpose Through the horror called lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
