Paroles de From Perfect Angles

Here they come, the hellish beasts from "outside" Screaming for your soul, the Hounds of Tindalos From perfect angles they arise to devour all of our lives Tearing between, the vail of light and of the unseen Twisted howling, the last thing you'll hear at thier coming Never follow the straight and narrow Stay within the curves, and in the lines that bend beyond the Earth From perfect angles they arise From the spaces unknown to time From the cosmic gulfs of night Here they come, the hellish beasts from "outside" Screaming for your soul, the Hounds of Tindalos