Now Look at Me Bleeding Thine Saviour so Blessed A Shrine for the Lustful So Scatheless My Wrists For No Man I'd Suffer A Thief, Liar Nor King Nor Walk Upon Flames Sing Dirges of Moarn A Fiery Throat to Fall For a Horde of the Traitors Every Soul Shall Betray And Every Soul Shall Be Betrayed For Nothing I'd Suffer Nor Cry Nameless in Vain Your Tongue Filled with Poison My Chalice Your Mouth Thus Solace Has Drowneth Now Look at Your Saviour And His Body Grew Colder Our Redemption Was Lust For Nothing I'd Ask For As I Bow Down My Head Weary with Your Strife So Scatheless Thine WristsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
