Skies shift from blue to dark coal Immense weight of avern disturbs the mind
And endless flow of pain Wound. which won't stop to bleed Highway that comes from Hell One-way signs painted everywhere
Echoes flutter from afar Horrid howlings strike her heart She knows which is her fate She will suffer, again
A canvas made of skin Where Dead write their Stories Pages of sadness, pages of pain Deeply engraved
You shall not pass For this take my flesh I'll comprise your Book of Blood On every inch of my skin
Our stories must be know See the Light from our souls Your body may stop us now But how many times could you be reborn?
Claws stab deeply your skin Millions of thin Rivers scribbled in red Your flesh won't fall in vain Cause you are the Art of the Dead
Skies shift from blue to dark coal Immense weight of avern disturbs the mind
A canvas made of skin Where Dead write their Stories Pages of sadness, pages of pain Deeply engraved
You shall not pass For this take my flesh I'll comprise your Book of Blood On every inch of my skinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
