كلمات Underworld

Treacherous words rise from the mist From envious eyes and poisonous cold, pale lips Gluttons of pleasure, gluttons of pain Vengeance by sevens, my sweet curse, children of cain Trashing and clashing with specters Hiding from light, demons of death Chaos and anguish perfector Stealing their last dying breath Driven by greed, slave to addiction A massive decay of a most foul contradiction Spirits of lust piercing the air Writhing with sins of the flesh etched deep in their stare Descend the abyss ever faster Hidden from light, demons of death Cursing the black, winged master With their last dying breath Soar through the flame I call your name Wrath and might get me through this night Can I make it right? Or will you remain? I've finally realized, that long after laughter dies I can't undo the things I've done, oh, all the things I've done When will my dark skies disappear, I long to see the Sun Soar through the flame I call your name Wrath and might, get me through this night Can I make it right? Or will you remain in hell?