Wrought, bled Entranced and then illusions shed Embalmed with a nightmares sweat Forged in bowels of torment What remains of a soul Push through the shroud of filth Dust plumes and reaches The darkness holds a weight As your plight is crest something on the horizon waits Absolution seems at hand Then the second demon stands Wrought, bled Entranced and then illusions shed Futile bones creak Towards endless toil Push through the shroud of filth Dust plumes and reaches The darkness holds a weight As your plight is crest something on the horizon waitsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
