Songtext von Gamashinoch

Death's trifling and wretched How anxious staying inacguainted new-warm blood and soft flesh Being deceased hands dignity for hearse patrol Animated once for every vividity Spectating counts what grants only space Thoroughfares metalled with dreadness Craving torrents in blood not in cold veins Cut the arms in art Carnal awkwarding until the day ends, shall perish in rack No dreams for the dead, shivering for the longing of luminous Implicted by own piousness Even questions gnaw sanctimoniousness For allowing soundscapes depraves this dreadful loveliness