Still is the air and bleak are my thoughts as my mind once again slips into the abyss...
Twisting the knife, defiling all divine Feeding hate with fodder made from blasphemy of man - I am the sower of pure scorn
Deep constant voice is followed by noise Increasing to the point when I'm losing my own mind - Now the better part is torn
A flame is born within...
Incineration starts Begin the great divide For all that's left to see Is the weaker part of me
Whisper is close, transparent like ghost My body is a vessel for those who dwell in stars - Secluded wreckage of man
Call from the past is going to last Parasite-like spirit, growing from within - Rotting core collapses
A feather on the wind - I have no will Messenger of the dead - my hear is still
A flame is born within My flesh just turns apart The ashes in my veins Are those of my remains
Puny little human wandered all alone at night Trees reached with their branches towards pale moon Grass cut through his skin - each leaf a little scythe Dazzled by the darkness - enslaved to constant tune
Dragged down by the vortex called insanity Deprived of means to atone Slave to life of two - my sweet calamity An evil seed has been sown
A feather on the wind - I have no will Messenger of the dead - my hear is stillTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
