Turned to stone, but not dead yet The heart still howls, cursed and wretched Behold the path of terror To where no glory awaits Paved with crumbs of life And shattered dreams of the end
May Thanatos rule over all Against the flesh, against the soul Heading for internal hell Destroying inner peace To keep the great darkness awake
Wound after wound, scar after scar Perdition doesn’t always come from afar A pocket size of hell Sickness born with life The void is where the heart is Until it fucking dies
Another stab in the throat of sanity Another pinch of salt Sprinkled over the wounds But life goes on, raping stability Breaking bonds, until the coveted end
A pocket size of hell Sickness born with life The void is where the heart is Until it fucking dies
May Thanatos rule over all Against the flesh, against the soul Heading for internal hell Destroying inner peace To keep the great darkness awake
Turned to stone, but not dead yet The heart still howls, cursed and wretched A pocket size of hell Sickness born with life The void is where the heart is Until it fucking diesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
