Desires for lives in flames Lives that have no names Eyes that play the darkest games Twisted souls – a memory of remains Rite to be heard The sparks that fly Chemical bliss In the arms of a concrete night
They come to you
The night, unfolds, they follow The crow, this cold, this hollow The night, untied, will swallow Your mind, unkind, tomorrow
The storms they breathe unfold Banished from the outer world Silence, without the cause Dedicated to your loss Insanity, depravity imposed Those you hate, you fight to know
They come for you
The night, unfolds, they follow The crow, this cold, this hollow The night, untied, will swallow Your mind, unkind, tomorrow
I am the blood cell That courses through the veins of the city I am the blood That flows and trickles And sticks to the walls. I am the blood That is smeared on the faces of the lost. I am the blood that binds Yet I will leave no trace. I am the blood cell And you are my face. I am the blood cell And you are my face. I am the blood cell And I leave no trace.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
