Screaming banshee remnants floating around her aura. Rotting undead skin is pealing from their bones. Obeying all her orders, bounded with pure sorrow. Piercing eerie hymns are projecting out her horrors.
Burning silence, a hole to survive in. Wretched flesh, cold bones inside and weeping souls with no hope, no guidance. Dying days with no one to believe in. Burning silence, a hole to survive in. Wretched flesh, cold bones inside and weeping souls with no hope, no guidance. Dying days with no one to believe in.
We prayed for them, from poisoned roots we stem.
Sick, sick with hunger as we make our way through autumn skies. A new feeling strikes me which signals one last final landslide. Under the tree of temptation, waiting here for her reprise. Before our very own eyes, we lay witness to Eden's demise.
Faith is set, dream of death, these signs should bring us closer to God. I'm not the one; I'm not your only son, a complete total fraud. You set off this world, cursing it to spread all these lies. Now I wait for her to shed sweet tears from her divine eyes.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
