Grotesque Chapter Ii lyrics

Cold the dawn made of morning dew Relic pictures covered with dust Black tears flow from cloned eyes The fall of grace Grotesque astral blood hurts my living I need to punish my mind My salvation Tearstained snow embraced in summer Cosmic utopia arrives Perrenial odium The blood on my hands dissolves but Grotesque astral blood hurts my living I need to punish my mind My salvation Grotesque astral blood hurts my living I need to punish my mind My salvation