كلمات The Oath

Can you see the wrinkles on my face? Dry riverbeds ingrown on my flesh Carved by time with the chisel of pain Filled by the sand from the hourglass of life Can you see through the windows of my eyes? Dusts of memories sprinkled over dark corners A thorn In flesh Will brand myself in vain The weight Of sins Will shape me in form of God Can you read the signs on my lips? I’m a broken mirror reflection Blurred scrolls written in signs Words floating in void A broken piece of what I used to be I am the archetype, at the edge of the scythe A thorn In flesh Will brand myself in vain The weight Of sins Will shape me in form of God This oath, I swear Enflame myself in trance No grace, no fair As an astral God I do what thou wilt