Paroles de Lake of Brine

War inside...spills blood from your veins Voice of your deadly own You fade like the portrait...that's bygone. You sip from the chalice of bane Weakness poison your soul The shine in your eyes...burns low. Hear my cryin' from outside Don't believe in their lie You should know...it's late and you'll die ... ... in the lake of brine. You fall like the autumnal leaf in the garden of pain Broken in your room...lost in vain. You should wake up from eternal sleep Hear the noise from bellow Life flows to nowhere... ...and the centuries go. Flagelation - the one way of your moaning and grime You should know...it's late and you're dyin'... ... in the lake of brine.