Songtext von Scythe

Darkness become the rite Wind sweeps away the white Black time hiding the lies Remaining words no wise Waiting the day of pain Every cold days waiting you Nothing matter to do It's not a strange deja-voo It's the death for you Waiting the day of pain Words of destruction Feeling my dissolution I know it's not the solution But only a distraction Fire will be brought by the wind Last hope to keep everything Scythe is no more waiting Have you fear? It's coming Waiting the day of pain