Fistful Of Ashes کے بول

So the eyes of fire phantom created from awesome magic I have hatred that flies high on the dusk's wings I have scarlet cloak that protects me from the light I have misty phantoms in a white incense smoke I have temptations driven away from god's garden From this stone that touches my consciousness I shall make a fistul of ashes I have immortal might that bursts so rapidly I have madness that caresses mind and body I have memories that burn with their redness I have dreams that burn with no relief Madness memories dreams Hatred memories dreams From this flame that burned for me into the night I shall vanish From the passion I shall vanish from the passion From the passion from the passion from the passion I have awareness that distorts my face deriding I have uncalmed sorrow in endless complaint I have grief in silent cry of universe I have curse that kills with icy dagger