Paroles de Individualism

Beyond the moonlight Pale unholy beauty Empty aura and heart pierced by anguish Misery of life, consumed by the cosmic dust The mirrors reflect the pain in my eyes An abyss of suffering and solitude A journey to the endless chaos Blood storm prophecy Darkness heals my soul Taking me into the arms of death When I listen a blood storm tearing the sky It's my funeral, my own prophecy! In the darkness I finally found my home Where numbness yearning For my already forgotten spirit Blood storm prophecy The mirrors reflect the pain in my eyes An abyss of suffering and solitude A journey to the endless chaos