Belie My Burial - Cryptic Presage | Текст песни

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• Belie My Burial
• Cryptic Presage

Consciousness can't reveal his presence
Downturned eyes;
Trapped, hesitant
He's lost himself
Himself again

Tranquility remains, subtle feelings receding
Now the rituals grow fervent
No sign

of a god above
Trapped in all that's quiet(x2)

This, his practice;
Nurtured by absence

Doubt upon his mind
Voyeuristic practice employed with zeal

She's lost herself

Subjects change each day through misfortune of Fate
Following; sowing a spectre of doubt for their Thoughts to berate(x2)

of a god above
Trapped in all that's quiet(x2)