Paroles de Razor Blades Of Guilt

Hedonism, power in life without end Morality and remorse banished An epitaph of useless beliefs and countless mistakes Left to the outcasts. Those who were foudn guilty for self torment Never admitting so, betrayed by their shiver While mutilating their happiness With razor blades of guilt Their voices rise like an irritating whisper To the aeonaon fortress But there is no need for warriors That can not win their own battles Razor blades of guilt No beggars are allowed in, to feast in sympathy This treasure is kept and shared With the beloved loyal comrades Wearing the title of the trinity Warlord, magician and king Hands are raised grasping golden cups In a toast for hedonism. Power in life without guilt