Words of darkness in a twisted place, walls drip sickness Tales of a dreaming man, all storms turn into a sigh Looking at the tower faces of destruction laughing Many a tree fallen, in no, in no memory Show me the love in this, Leave me now
Days are dying behind you, and a life so lost For you killed a man, and sorrow . . . It haunts you never And now at the graves of so many words I find my tears and forced confusion
In this cup I found the poisons of regret All spirits abandoned The mind of many halls and empty thoughts For in this, we are dead We are dead
Words of darkness in a twisted place, walls drip sickness Tales of a dreaming man, all storms turn into a sigh Looking at the tower faces of destruction laughing Many a tree fallen, in no...in no memory Show me the love in this, Leave me now