No reality will recreate divinity Faced with the consequences for Every night that I have sang My odes to wonder Where time capsizes In fear we wander In flames
A war is coming home All the world a horror show Destiny you’re dead to me Such prophetic poetry
Die With nothing in your hands Open the box of regret As we ascend Towards nothing Marked by our gods For a trivial destiny
Feast your eyes upon this creature’s face Oh the horror, the humanity! Watch it perform “Do you like the way I sing?” Oh it’s lovely my dear, could you please die for me?
I am desire full of disease I am a liar if you believe Drowning in water of conformity But I’ll make you martyr So you’ll love me anyway
Die With nothing in your hands But your tragic box Full of regret As we ascend Towards nothing Marked by our gods For our fate
Die With your own blood on your hands And your destiny written in sand As we ascend Towards nothing Marked by our gods For a trivial destinyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
