You've heard about it many times before A dead-fairies-tale that we all know
A mechanical deadly weeping A ragged flag spreading the scent of blood Return to that place you've never seen before The memory of the sleeping predator...
Remembering how to forget mercy, As ravens sings their lullaby
Hell is there for those who believe Hell is there for the slaughtered lambs
Devoid of my old good will, devoid of all faith Now I understand, now I see the blurry picture so clear The end used to be near, the end is almost here
Devoid of my old good will, devoid of all faith Now I understand, now I see the blurry picture so clear The end used to be near, the end is already here
The swan corpse left to rot Soon the worms will bring their truth Dead flesh and absent spirit The stench became so realTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
