When night was cold and skies were grey, silent was the forest but whispers my name. The animals' preachers, the axe is weak. Doomed are the warriors that fight a battle of shades.
Digging the grave of time and space, and again, doomed are the warriors that fight a battle of shades.
Does it really make a difference?
And all the elements, the wind, the air and the fire will obey the mystery behind the dark fallen picture and last written lines of Dorian Grey.
Running on wheels with cancer speed. Attached to a web with hands that bleed. Running on wheels with cancer speed. Attached to a web with hands that bleed.
Either the cell is broken or you have the keys.
Does it really make a difference?
The reference, the medium, the way, the bridge to Hades.
The man and devil serve the love of knowledge. Spoke the language that shines like fruits of heaven.
Thus the gates of universe cried for the revealed, smiled at what you hide.
These beautiful rays from hell oooh, will hit my skin, will burn my cells.
Running on wheels with cancer speed, attached to a web with hands that bleed.
I will dive into the center of your body and through your veins.
The wind, the air and the fire will obey the last written lines of Dorian Grey.
6 6 6 worms will feed upon your face. Those who loved the wrong faithless universe! The grapes and wine, the taste of war. Nothing is new, all is old. The story of every man starts with the same plan of 6 6 6