Can't you feel The scars of my breed Outcast and deprived Like a leper wild
Envisioning the end The last tide will expand
Dreams consumed Oceans fumed Not for naught I was exhumed
I see a chronic world A rotten corpse disguised Contaminated earth Must shed away its hide
The black plague will return Like waves of blind revenge Is it spiteful to your sins In it's death, all shall amend
I'm the half-breed, I'm the sign Born of men's blood on the shrine I'm the prophet, preaching rage Fools of false gods flip the page
I'm despaired of senseless lies You have killed my conscience' dread My existence shrinked to nil When the herald's crowd wants dead
There is no cure Only waves of illness In exile I should find my Condolences
I'm the half-breed, I'm the sign Born of men's blood on the shrine I'm the prophet, preaching rage Fools of false gods flip the page
Eternal night, spreading blight Dark ascends unto the world Hollow void, sanctuary destroyed Desecrated ground Is life really that profoundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
