This vessel is a casket This home is a tomb Conspiring while we sleep This house is doomed
Dear mother, giver of birth World-bringer need not hold back the hurt Look not farther than the walls that surround you There will be no blood drawn from this stone
Dear father, mover of earth Great provider need not prove your worth Model soldier of fortune Do not mock the dirt upon his hands
A mourning collective This fallen old tomb This hole in the ground here This place is a burial groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
