Crimson droplets seep Into the gleaming creek It breathes heavily And releases a sigh
[Chorus:] We will tear down the gods
An old oak stares at me It points to the sky The Sun shines down It shows me a face
Weighed down by the fog The creek wheezes as night falls It screams as dawn rises Terrified of the Sun
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Familiar gaze In those eyes They were empty Exhausted and defeated
I imagine the fog As it creeps into my lungs And slowly suffocates me Leaving my body behind I envision the Sun Burning me alive Scorching me Until only ashes remain
I hold in my hands A pointed stone I think of carving the final words Into my flesh Yet something always holds me back And I pray To whatever God there is That it always willTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
