Testo di God Insect

Tears are blazing as torches Intertwining completely Everything what is create The world is burning and on its remains Will rise a new unwanted material Don't help me Don't pull your hand out A cold as a crystal and so indifferently Dreams are drowned, this fair and pure You are waiting for my end "novissima verba" But you will hear anything, My lips are close I'm quite, but my thoughts are swearing Flouncing in dark, I can't reach a breath I hear freighting scream, I laugh at it I have my own world in which I'm a master