I ran through rain and wind, days and nights - to hold her hand My rapid breath was filling lungs with melting led Swollen lids were barely opened, clothes drenched Visions that haunted me, were far more dreadful than the pain
Pacing down the hill I saw a silhouette The wind was whispering, the dead snake was her pet A rabid gaze that crossed her face Her lips were sewn - yet I could hear a tone
The cradle... that stood alone Stillborn... that was (supposed) to be my son
Darkness came and I woke up in rotting room Despite the embers glow whole place was filled with gloom In corner stood , as made of wood Inanimate like corpse - someone that I knew
And cradle... now all is gone Stillborn... that never grew to be my son
She came to me, her dismal gaze I never should have left All drenched with tears and void of will A grace that ceased to be
Oh how I hate you God the way you plot it shall be foiled I will forever spit on every single cross Hounds will hunt your flock to punish sheep for theft Master of killers - you've stole my son's (first) breathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
