I feel like time is going by so fast The feeling is perfect, but never lasts What should I do with my own solitude? There is perfection in the worship of truth I need nothing right now, I am complete My feelings are my words, there is no need to speak
The blood on my hands From the weakness of man Down on your knees For the serpent of kings
The fury deep inside me, I can´t contain A steady joy of coldness runs through my veins A prophet once did tell me of worlds above The twisted tales of those who could not love This shows that my feelings are content The perfect storm to eradicate men
The blood on my hands From the weakness of man Down on your knees For the serpent of kings
The Gods spared no sorrow, left no peace My heart feel vistim to me Knights swore valor, in corruption they fall The prophet cries in the candlelit halls The lord of serpents, in evil I reign All will bow as they hear the name
The blood on my hands From the weakness of man Down on your knees For the serpent of kingsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
