Tauti کے بول

Evil nests in a fertile mind, it incubates and burns They call out your name in your deep dreams Now it's too late to return Those demons will linger and hover 'round And watch you while you rest Now angels return, they've lost their hope As daggers pierce your chest All hope's vanished - now you are all on your own Those who follow - lose their way and stand alone Saint's damnation - your fall from grace will rape the light Daylight banished - for you it's eternal night! There is a witch who combs the skies And lives in the core of the sun She waits for your soul to be at peace When it won't have time to run Then poisonous thoughts she will inject Into your innocent brain You were so afraid to be different Now you'll never be the same! Bed of feathers - brittle lies the sleeping lamb Wayward victim under her supreme command Shows no mercy, you are under her control The barren harlor owning your immortal soul!