Paroles de We Roam

Inscence of flesh mocks man Bodies burnin', souls churnin' Time for the bent to rise Perverted humanity, as it should Awaiting a nod from the below We roam Wasted on carnal fire Infernal tower, mecca of Mind power Arise for the witching hour They shroud their bodies in fear And loathe what has become This is our time, let the cross Be undone The end carries on, pinnacle Of man slows the world A shadow of finite light Lives within the frozen eye Follow the gaze as death Keeps time