Paroles de Dying Lord

You're the scornful lord pralinage Got the privilege of seeing you dying You'll know the price of prenance And feel the sin in remembrance You seek,silence and fight against pain No more sun just thunder and rain Now you're blind you cry in vain Yes,maybe we'll meet again Forget the past,see this tragedy Sommellerie in hell,both in agony At least you feel emptiness In this life of loneliness Devil will take your soiled hand I'm the cause of it,i'm not ashamed No time for whispers,no time for fear For this dead world the end is near.