A fist of despair tightens my heart it's the curse I'm wearing I never cared who’s left or right so Why is my grace falling down?
Wings I do not deserve you gave to me, and now they're rotten flesh. My future is their doom on the judgement's day. Their screams, my sorrow... When the horns resound then falls the blade and that's my anger...
Although I was lost in time I wouldn’t stop crying I never cared who’s left or right so Why my grace is falling down?
Wings I do not deserve you gave to me, and now they're rotten flesh. My future is their doom on the judgement's day. Their screams, my sorrow... When the horns resound then falls the blade and that's my anger...
In my forehead you wrote my fate King of tormenting locusts will be my name If good things die in crimson blast These sores, my sentence, won´t heal fast.
In my forehead you wrote my fate From the bottomless pit I came If good things die in crimson blast These sores, my sentence, my punishment won’t heal fast.
I do not deserve... what you gave to me... they're rotten flesh.