Sat Alone, Your Silent Contemplation Illuminated In The Candles Dying Flame Sat In Frustration With Agonising Thoughts Of Failed Endeavours You Came To Them With Wounds Torn Open A Body Wrought With Desperation And All Who Would Help Are Denied Absolution Tradgedy Has Marked Your Life Dulled Your Teeth And Ground Your Bones To Dust A Mind In Shackles Chained Since Birth To A Broken Ideal You Have Grovelled Before Their Altar Yet Still They Offer No True Salvation Allow Death To Consume True Redemption Force The Spirit Into Pathetic Submission Helpless You Left Alone To Seek Out A Forgotten Truth Hidden Behing Blinded Eyes Blinded By Age Not Ignorance A Terrifying Reality That Rests Beneath A Twisted Form You Have Seen Your Own Death You Are Hateful At Yourself For Living Sat Alone, In Helpless Frustration Lone Candle Casts Light Upon The Open Coffin That Terrible Altar Before You Place Stones To Hold The Doors And In Rabid Consuming Fury You Begin Your Task You Beat The Corpse Each Blow Drives Out A Lie Lies That Have Marked Your Life Each Broken Bone A Shackle Broken From YouTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
