Resent a sense of feeding, demanding bleeding unhinged a savage seeks a quest hollow hearts, rapid beating the pulse is high its never ceasing this cannot be a false pretence
As people arise I feel it
Stone cold, a passive disease, no chance of healing you' ll wonder if this is the end the void submit to pass through fear the eyes staring at you a time of unrivalled despair
As people arrive I feel their stare
you lived a life in chains your master could not save you'll lose the grasp of gain no method to your rage
you die a death each day for some it seems to stay that way
channels to feed your hate lying there for you to take a place where fools attend no prayers for you my friend
Paradise Lost - Laid To Waste (Настоящие, с элементами брутальности, огненные, живые, ядреные, дерзкие, немного безумные, классические нетленные гитарные риффы!!) (0)