Paroles de Catharsis

You should try my somber destiny To see through the eyes of death Beyond the gates of illusion Even the dead can suffer Surrounded by a deep grief You are rotting as the faith as the faith! The night calls you Freezing your bones In an eternal winter An innocent spirit, pale, shattered Like a trophy made of ice I spit on your white grave While you pray for eternal life Your tears are ignored No beliefs, no gods Just misery, misery! Thousand demons laughing so loud Deafening your soul Your rotten heart dies now