The hue of sorrow is everywhere Broken rocks cover tombs of late Yet through the barren waste A stench of rot fills the air
As the horrid acts are revealed It creeps, and deem the world as wrong Unsealed by the weight of the world In songs of the broken souls
Inside the gloom surrounded by the bleak For here I know that Heaven is not I yield my empty self and realize Nothing is our everything?
'These scabs and flakes, that covers me They hold me under, tied to the void A pulse that can be heard Inside something that never existed
On footsteps towards a dead future A synchronized marsh of death By blood that divides us A bond is made, a dead solace
Purge of the weak, end the less A chase for immortality Something that to achieved at any cost Sacrifice all for eternal life
Make the world a salve Fit for the purpose of a twisted mind A sickness that must be cured Passing time, as time passed byTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
