Stygian Tranquility کے بول

To whom it may concern: i'm born at last! I'm in my world, my tranquility... And the smell of my flesh annoys me And the scabs on my scales tend to itch And my eyes sometimes liquity So at times it's hard to see... I crawl upon a dead dog, lying on the edge of a pool of blood I watch as flies encircle the carcass, and the dog, we make love... And the cries from the dark scare me And the insects in my flesh tend to itch And the sky is always black And in the dog my body bleeds... To whom it may concern: at last i'm dying! Leaving my world, my place of rest... And the beasts without flesh sing to the dark And their music is the love for hate And i die, and i live, so i may die again And when i wake i've found tranquility...