Entagled in the hollow pace take a chance to look behind
the wind, the herald of change precedes the silence, the darkness
await in fear, when the sky tears down pray to your god, for moment of redemption share your awe in the warm of the flock they will die aswell as the trophy of revenge
spill the vengeance upon their heads this critical mistake must be erased
the sour sea of blood, sweetend by a tear the cry of a child upon the empty lands feel every loss as the scar on your flesh let the ravens start their feast
as the night fades away, the darkness returns my sweet guilt and naivety once again left me bruised
...fade away as a memory...
can you hear the whispering wind with every word summoning the past and the night, the darkness within she will last to tender your demons
and the blood, the marks on your hands the hollow eyes, frozen forever bring your shame and last in oblivion far away, but hatefully near by
endowing contempt, the hate and concern let the animals kill and spread the disease bring the fire to open their eyes and await to die with upcoming dusk
...the days are numbered...
poisoned with your blood the past will never fade away despise to what once loved now the hate for creation to own likeness