Catatonic gods in ethereal bliss. The sepulture of ages. The ashes of flowers. Our angelic wings, grown out of marble. Prayers for a celestial antidote, serpent blood or a plea for divine necromancy. Death forces the blind to see beneath false purity.
I watched the new dawn pierce the eye of the insomniacs slumber. For the torment, for the pain, for the fear I blame you. And will we ever find a place to rest our tired bones, or shall we always wander lost in your shadow.
The spectators curse. Purgatorial suffering. A venomous cure for faithless insomnia. Afterlife deprived the deceits of redemption. Salvation or damnation, redemption, just a plea for divine Necromancy. You force my soul to bleed. Indulge in ecstacy!
I watched the new dawn pierce the eye of the insomniacs slumber. For the torment, for the pain, for the fear I blame you. And will we ever find a place to rest our tired bones, or shall we always wander lost in your shadow. I watched the old sun burn the skin from the sleepless wanderer. For the torment, for the pain, for the fear I blame you. I saw the sunset shut the eye of the beholder. For all loss, all grief and sorrow, for my guilt and shame I blame you. I blame you, the god that gave us wings of stone.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
