Paroles de Syndrome

Your life is a sepulcher of imagined eternities And there are graven views beyond human vision The final descend through slits in reality Where pitiless eyes await with their haunting gaze You have embraced me in a sullen trance To embark on your quest for nothingness I am the looming gleam of an obscure reality The sweet corruption of your very being Hidden by the great lie that cradles human fears I am the answer to the final question Vultures of imminent doom You are my voice in the discord of winds May you carve your own torrid path and welcome the rain of glowing crosses...