Severed ties Like severed veins All blood flows right down to one place A severed bond Like severed hand The phantom pain that cannot land There are moving shadows Beneath the sea Washing up, consuming me
The crows and phantoms Fix their gaze upon the clock Bo wszystko co jest pewne Pod powierzchnią topi mrok
Our mutual assured destruction The burning black horizon Is bleeding seduction Its hymn is the lament The infertility Like the currents guiding planets Through impossibility
I’m a father to my demons I sired them all I bow down to my fathers I reap what they sow The debt from dead kings passed Raped soil and dry rock Bo wszystko to co bylo pewne W swoje piersi ujął mrok
For all the darkness And all the horrors of the dark Are as nothing to me For all the blackness A sky without the stars Is as nothing to me For all the blindness And all the secrets of the blind Are as nothing to me There is nothing above me
I spit on all my fathers I spit on what they made Their broken machines Dictating my fate I spit on all my fathers Spit on their cursed seed I weep for all my fathers And kill their legacyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
