Bright star of foreign man, your lies are all forgotten well from crooked smile you draw a plan of how to chime the Jewish knell
I am caught inside illusion of an illiterate mind, I'll cut my easy way out, force the foresight to bleed wine Since God created hatred, Since Able cried to Cane we've become the tools to our own demonic plans
Abomination of your soul has granted life to Dead Man's Dream and through your sewn shut eyes you'll watch the dying of my sins
Sins are all told quick, our annals repeat themselves again, we only taught by stones and sticks, indeed, the hardest way we learn
I am caught inside illusion of an illiterate mind, I'll cut my easy way out, force the foresight to bleed wine Since God created hatred, Since Able cried to Cane we've become the tools to our own demonic plans
Abomination of your soul has granted life to Dead Man's Dream and through your sewn shut eyes you'll watch the dying of my sins
Between the Reichstag and the temples laid to rest where the serpents slowly rebuild again their nests
Abomination of your soul has granted life to Dead Man's Dream, an Inspiration born of hate, too many years have sealed its fateTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
