When blades turn to laughter And crystalthorns call It's time for all dungeongods to fall The hearseughts are shut All tenmiletongues cut. Yet thousand wormsongs still ringin' through our guts Right from the morgue into our minds Like holehearted echoes Through ashes meadows of time
We are the void The blackfleshed nothing of unages to come We are the emptiness Our will be done
We are the shackles of life and summon it's fall We are the confessions on each cold prison hall We are the thorn in your eye, the holes in your hand We are the napalm to burn this unhappy end
We are the void The blackfleshed nothing of unages to come We are the emptiness Our will be done
Everything is falling This world ain't built to last Now cold shades come crawling Black blood bleeds fast
The great fall has come for us all A void venture, our closing callTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
