Blind Devotion کے بول

Let me die, I raise myself to a new life I want to be like death and bury my sins I am a blasphemous creature of God Behold what you have made me become No man should bear such a heavy weight On his shoulders, my penance is carved in my flesh Do not fear the battle of men in the earth The real war is being waged in heaven There's no light in this impious soul All that inhabits me is corrupted This life is a paradox, amirror of confusion I am like a candle without oxygen I am a spirit lost in my latent hate My wings are thorns, my eyes are lifeless I am cold as the horns of death