Woe... when fear is our bridle Lost in the claws of decay Oh, Tomorrow's a grinning skull That leads our way
Sweet oblivion rocks us In a cradle of darkness Reel to the first tune In the crescendo of death
Each delight becomes a jeering guilt Our mohters viscera sticks bleedin' in our throat So we grunt and we belch without any dread Prelude the eventide of the tellural breed
Just like a desease Our race increase Just like a noctural dream We'll fade away one day
Oh father tell me why The last flower died in my hands For castles in the air They burned down the ground And a hand full of dust For my life
Hark! To our mothers scolding Discord is the harvest of greed Trust no pray into the emptiness Still havoc feasts ... on mankindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
