His disease The eternal prejudice Towards the unknown Changed his life Into a nightmare
So capable of drinking The wine of monotony And demanding an Honorable death next to his generation
All they offered him Was the drink of slander His personal stigmata
The cry was fake But so frightening His spirit wasn't there When the steel entered his body
They will continue to Desecrate his grave until Dust is the only remain
But he isn't there, he is nowhwere The martyr had stopped before It (really started)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.