Testo di Through Sickness

Sickness that will never heal Sickness that all do fear Sickness that haunts forever Sickness that will surely kill Through sickness, fragrant rose All the ones you hold close Through sickness, lust, passion Through sickness all is lost Pen that writes, the pen that bleeds Most atrocious crimson seas, upon much darker memories Your death was pointless, blood is advertised Bread sold to the homeless Purity raped from what’s divine Sickness like possession deep in the crossings of your soul There is no savior When it comes to invert your purest thoughts Recall all their convictions, fire to the crafts Myth is all that’s sacred Letters from an illusional past Pen that writes, the pen that bleeds Most atrocious crimson seas upon much darker memories