歌词
Sit down and write what you have seen
Sit down and write your confessions
Overlord ego strength
Armies fall in superstitions
Stories and novels
Hidden chapters, secrets' claws
Animus guides, animus guards
All your doubts are making sense
For the ones who did the unclean
For the ones who did the obscene
For the brave who stood for us, who fought for us, no more!
Blurry, the windows are shut, the glass is blurry
Cinders paintings, a gallery of utmost horror
I will find my way
A black and white photo of death hanging on my dirty wall
The colors are dark, take a deep breath
Read between the lines, the beauty of the fall
Noises of ghosts, laughers of saints
Sad demon sings with hoarse and creepy voice
Transition of flesh and the muddy source of gold
From the origin of fire the state of center is burning
Burning, your praise is burning, your troth is burning and chaos holds
Noises of ghosts, laughers of saints
Sad demon sings with hoarse and creepy voice
Transition of flesh and the muddy source of gold
I wish I had my soul burning!