Dead Reality
Cold and sad days are approaching You must kill yourself before the pain makes it The fear anguishes you at every moment
Hypocrisy and madness are arriving In false words of hope
I saw statues without life with death expressions And in its eyes the sadness contained in each soul
Trumpets sound the new apocalypse Pain and tormented wait us
The crow emits its last shout of omen And neither all light purify
The pain is bigger than it seems Specters spy you from the shadows The figure of fear dominates you And you feel the strange nature of what is the death
You must kill yourself before the pain makes it
The apocalypse is appearing And wars and epidemics are approaching I hear voices in the emptiness So blasphemous as hypocrites And the nausea is in its words
The true madness is arriving What will you do with your children When the fear beats in each door And you feel the blood in the throat?
The hope will be deceased! What will you say to yourself ? What will you say to your children ? Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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