Shadows are slowly fading into a paradise of flame An ocean of blackness that one cannot even explain A looming feeling of despair that has taken it's hold The ominous crescent of the moon has fallen on this world The distorted mirage of the atmosphere is all that remains A burning light that singes the iris A forever curse that only clouds the mind The stigmata of a fallen angel from the sky No reflection in the form of dark matter Only hope in the form of light No reflection in the form of dark matter Only hope in the form of light Shadows are slowly fading into a paradise of flame An ocean of blackness that one cannot even explain A looming feeling of despair that has taken it's hold The ominous crescent of the moon has fallen on this world The distorted mirage of the atmosphere is all that remains A burning light that singes the iris A forever curse that only clouds the mind The stigmata of a fallen angel from the sky The heavens have opened in the fall of the human race The nightmare of disease has overwhelmed the population (Overwhelmed the population) Discrimination between right or wrong, and good or evil Recognition of the fine line that we all have crossed (That we all have crossed) The heavens have opened in the fall of the human race The nightmare of disease has overwhelmed the population Discrimination between right or wrong, and good or evil Recognition of the fine line that we all have crossed (That we all have crossed) The art of discipline has long been lost among The days in which we live, the peers in which we know The art of discipline has long been lost among The days in which we live, the peers in which we know No one escapes their fate No one escapes consequence of their choices made Slowly awaiting a judgement day Standing still in the motion of time No one escapes their fate No one escapes consequence of their choices made Slowly awaiting a judgement day Standing still in the motion of time The art of discipline has long been lost among The days in which we live, the peers in which we know The art of discipline has long been lost among The days in which we live, the peers in which we know No one escapes their fate No one escapes consequence of their choices made Slowly awaiting a judgement day Standing still in the motion of time No one escapes their fate No one escapes consequence of their choices made Slowly awaiting a judgement day Standing still in the motion of timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
