A temple of hate my mind has come to be The thought of bittersweet solitude becomes a vast isolation in fissure Nightshade poisons me to feel earl grey
At ease now my sanctum crumbles Discovery in manifestation appealed in false hope Embracing each day in rememory With my eyes clenched shut, I'm always seeing the distance The tusk in the abyss The clash of truth in deceit Binding in revulsion, only to turn away Long away
Treachery! The taste of the blade will stain the traitors tongue Knowledge of execrable aptness holds dear to me
Cast in iron, bound in fratricide Into the ancient ways of umbra Descending toward the abscence of life The black gateTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
