The Austrasian Goat - Pyre Without Flames | Текст песни

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• The Austrasian Goat
• Pyre Without Flames

They built their coffins
And they barely survive
The screens of redemption
still rape their freedom

Faith is venom
Hope is a snare
Wait for nothing
And enjoy decay

No lord no submission
They can call me Lucifer
The free-mind is a torche
This land is a pyre

Their salvation is silence,
suicide or martyr.
They forget that grace is an everlasting lie
While nature of pleasure is a fleeting truth.

Faith is venom
Hope is a snare
Wait for nothing
And enjoy decay
All that you are
Is coming down
Think of breath
As the last one

Wind blows lost memories
Henceforth only stones speak
But all is visible for those who wanna see
All is possible for those who wanna be