Throwing corpses on the fire Burning crosses in your mind Whirling vortex of your desire Failed experiments compiling
Burning landscapes, sacking towers Endless bounty stained by blood Blustering prattle you called power Leading cattle to the slaughter
Warm and sheltered in my tower Far from harm's way, I'll make good While you're bleeding in your trenches I dare believe that I'm misunderstood
My eyes are shut my limbs are bound 'Till the next of the bastards in crowned But the fire still burns in my mind Shouldn't come as a shock to me
When the battle is finally lost And you wait in the wings without sound While you're flogging an alien corpse As I witness this mockery
Turning my blood Turning my blood to stone
As you wait for the curtain to fall And you hide in the shadows and screams As the chorus comes issuing forth "All is your vanity"
In martyrdom's shackles you reign While you're draining the blood from the ground Removing the sight from our eyes Endless insanity
Turning my blood Turning my blood to stone Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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