Songtext von Rituals

Hope you’re doing well in your own hell Sitting across from you and coming down again I hear you say goodbye as you walk into the woods I know the dogs will find you and they’ll lick your bones all clean Invoking silent screams as their teeth hit your flesh Passively devoured for redemption lies in death I’ll go out later and find your lifeless form Put it on the altar and practice rituals King of hell in everyone In the places I go and the things that I see Emotionless, I breathe your air and learn to trust nothing Detached, I pray to you Forgive me for nothing Forget me, I’m nothing Forgive me for nothing Forget me, I’m nothing