Ghosts of porcelain waste The innocence in faith Through translucent eyes In shifting shades of pale upon pale Writhing across the neverwhere
Haunting reflections of the mirrored void Is this the end of everything we love? The wounds of life weaving the loom Dwellers in the deep… worlds entombed
Of all the fragile, their desolate veins Ravenous hearts, euphoric suffering Poison of the well, where the black tongues sing Intra Venus quickens A curse of life Bequeathed, gorging sanguine like cancer They prey for blood, wretched are the gods For the stillborn suns of never They are the severed The lifeline to end forever
Lanced, earthen flesh of enslavement…intravenous Descending liquid shadows, all entwining Their distant sights weaving the loom Dwellers in the deep... drift belowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
