The House Of Usher - Witchcult | Текст песни

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• The House Of Usher
• Witchcult

In a house with a gable window, forbidden speech in my ear
Where the curtains are drawn together, and ravens circle around the chimney
I’m not Judas, I’m not Jesus, I’m not born to save the world
Try to find your own ikons, try to find your point of view

I was nailed to the cross, but still I could bite, and it seemed to me
Not I but you were crucified.

In a room with seven edges, seven windows, painted black
Familiar demons find together, ashes to ashes, we’ll be back soon
Once a candle, a rising flame now, a fire you never will extinguish
We have blasted our own borders, we have lost humanity