Dødheimsgard
Utopia Running Scarlet
The lurker in the green seashades of a moving objectriches, the temple that approacheshaunts my wishes of this insanitygorgeous console I place there my clawsthose who once ripped out my eyesI need no longer human sensesFeel it how this can torturethe wagon with imaginationsscary glimpses with dreadful outlinesthings I wish not to seeslaughtering my dearest throneWe will not be affected by thisfor the blood of time has fornicatedOur minds, our shellmy only shelterthe dreamt with delightI see my optionsand I choose the tunnelsee what my winged crayonshave paintedLet me shed a tearand give birth to my seaThe only life is death
From Letras Mania