“Time distorts the memory each tale grows with something telling each truth like lines in the sand Warped by fierce sea and howling wind Till none may know only myth and fable remains in the beginning was I...”
Cursed by god to walk the eternity alone withstanding the peril of time
Wounds become scars all the times my blood stained the blade never letting me die
Trashed, broken my trashed limbs and broken faith my trashed limbs and broken hope
I, Ahasver will wander the earth never reaping a harvest again but scavenging
Verily I say unto you, there be some standing here, which shall not taste of death till they see the Son of Man coming in his kingdom
Mark of Cain my sinful skin decays yet the stigma never fades
Tainted by God
“Once my faith was strong yet eternity proves faith wrong cursed by the bastard son of an illusion the sight of Christ offends my eyes”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
