Here stands another Example of a failure in progress And though the blood of my hands Has been washed away I am not clean
In the temple of the mourning star The pulse will guide us through The thickest vines Underneath it all thy will be done The weak heretic pulse incarnated
The wait is soon over The calloused lump buried, will be exhumed The pulse I once thought was gone Now beats in perfect Disharmony
Death cast shadows until I Pledge allegiance to the darkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
