Текст песни 23

You're dead and the silence is haunting me The room is cold and I am trembling There's no going back now I can't take it back now You're dead Your lifeless gaze points towards the ceiling With my blood soaked hands I reach down and I close your eyes I drag you tô the cellar and your skull smashes on every step down It's too late tô regret now Chains hanging in a tub suspend you from above Your open veins drain into the grating Your complexion grows pale and the air turns stale I slip on the blood trail I slip on the blood trail The rusted faucet begins tô rinse your crimson skin I made a deal with the devil the one within Your life is an offering