Death In June - In Sacrilege | Текст песни

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• Death In June
• In Sacrilege

Solitude is not given
It is Earned
In this Conspiracy
Of Destiny

Empty Vessels
Of Spermless Love

Made of Mud and Mist
I was Possessed

We Develop, We Delight, We Define and We Decay
From within
A sacred Power
Acting upon my Shame

In Pursuit of the Impossible Nothingness
I found myself
In Sacrilege
Shall we die a Master-Slave
For this Dog Day Age?

Develop and Delight and Decay