The sickness of death is fatal, contagious Your body forfeited to sleep I do not remember the wreckage, I do not remember the waste There is no place where I am not Your voice alive in legend
Winds gnash the remaining flesh on my bones Rotted, bristling, marked when I bled last Everlasting dream intravenous Auric bliss in referentia
They of the grand are еnraptured by fate's tangled thrеad And subsist in the current of causality
The last gasp of living breath My last call lost to the ether Your voice alive in legend, and as sharp as your ribcage We each have names only we know
The apocryphal dream I visit every night The inalienable aura They lead me to the infinite process There is nothing left to hear
Go through what has left and gone There where you lay, stripped as you are Forbidden to forget
They of the grand are enraptured by fate's tangled thread There where you lay, stripped as you are
They lead me to the infiniteTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
