Early mourning, you wake up in disguise Willing ones submit to lies By that creation, you wake up all your fiends Suppose their souls dig till the end
That smoke you're breathing out across our minds Salvation now! Tell the stories, how it's pretty somehow
I feel the pray is rising, I feel you’re all concerned Let them accept the birth that should become a massive song
Putting lying, and never looking back You always wonder what it takes By that creation you wake up all the rest But over, and over they're fake
That smoke you're breathing out across our hearts Salvation now! Tell the stories, how it's ugly somehow
I feel the pray is rising, I feel you’re all concerned Let them accept the birth that should become a massive song I feel the storm is rising, no matter what it wrecks Ascension is betrayal, closing gates for God's rejects
What is beyond?! Something pure, something innocent, something... Heaven's above But my eyes are no longer slaughtered
I feel the storm is rising, I fell you're all sincered Let them accept the birth that isn't from our goddamn songTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
