Songtext von Sentenced To Aeons

... and of those ghosts calling through levels transcending even I hold revelation adorable pretending slut don`t waste your time to speak with pain where the hands descend to all of the dead - little whores, i whisper rise dead eyes revokate and infiltrate better dead for funerals to come elimination, self-centered for all the silence has passed through years and never before i have been so cold! as told so cold! ... and with hate i bleed near is my deletion what i feel is not from here the disillusion starts when the candles stop bleeding and i see myself dying catharsis complete, for more than thousand times rise