Arrogance and deception, in pestilence obscene beyond redemption, beyond the weak through the cortex, in the depth of infinity tragedy... yours to come
Your god does not exist
Spirit of splendour, come to me illusions of fear shall wide open gazing my core, watching it dies that is presented or pure instinct A profession comes with darkness the blindfoldness you consume uncrowned timeless king let the children play bound to evil. disgrace to us impending doom
Will we ever be forgiven - disconsolate behold the overwhelming power beyond all I am... no limit so many ways to face the void behind the sin inheritance of irony
Arrogance and deception, in pestilence obscene beyond redemption, beyond the weak through the cortex, in the depth of infinity tragedy... yours to come
The perfume of twilight, lost at dawn as I enter the gates... where the god of light forever dwells seems so unreal fall to your knees and cry where the irony seals your fate timeless in wisdom, but this ritual will never end leave me in pain
A profession comes with darkness the blindfoldness you consume uncrowned timeless king let the children play bound to evil, disgrace to us impending doom
Will we ever be forgiven - disconsolate behold the overwhelming power beyond all I am... no limit so many ways to face the void behind the sin inheritance of ironyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
