Now it's time to seek your holy sword to behead your reasoning Sheds of pray shall must not going to hear this time, if it does outcry Neither holy ghost nor miracles, but you shall keep hiding your face and In the name of what you meant to be, but to slay for your unholy creator Determination of perfection just drawn your epigrams Elites of rose-lane thyme said, as you have crossed the dim Full of artillery but no one stood with you in lieu of all apart Circles of beam had just turned and clawed into two red wings Time-territory had no values with wraths and spawns Designed to make victory with abandon of fears and hates Socks up with what you have and move to sight a day path Where your foe shall always be counting to descend Awaken the silence and always bound to your own redemptions In darkness you breathe hope but bound with enchained feet Through the fictions had no clue to changed your way back As it stands for liberated reality to the nightmares of daydream Insight of emptiness shall must be kill your chapters for years May you could have to fought with the shield of blessing absence As your appearance would turned into your foretold genesis pasts But you are about to fly and change towards the forfeited answersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
