I anchored my heart into the depths of this sea With this ship made out of fears Its crew plagued with the curse that comes with the daylight And pours its black flood on me when the night arrives
On this sinking hearse I stand, made of bones, blood and horns Sails of this ghost ship left at the mercy of these storms
I tore the demons out of me But the night always brought them back They painted my skin with their shadows And cut me with their blades
I was drowned under their will, until I knelt Like a sheep under wolves' eyes They made me stare straight into the fire until I heard All the cries of pain in the aether
But in the flame I saw myself burned alive, burned alive with her Please, save me Saint Peter!
On this sinking hearse I stand, made of bones, blood and horns Sails of this ghost ship left at the mercy of these storms Flags ripped apart by the winds that felt like thorns, no land, no home in sight I am abandoned, abandoned by the light
The purest form of pain My heart pulled apart by ebony horses Unaware of their powers
Gentle in their calmness Until their eyes lit up like the fires of hell Or was it just a reflection of mine?
On this sinking hearse I stand, made of bones, blood and horns Sails of this ghost ship left at the mercy of these storms Flags ripped apart by the winds that felt like thorns, no land, no home in sight I am abandoned, abandoned by the lightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
