The Very Hours کے بول

Self-deception Wide my visions vast Fate of flames I see so bright Self-obsession Dwell deep with coldened heart Break me down under the stars The stars The very hours never raise When winds are blowing cold A tragic failure I stand The path where no one goes, no one goes Self-accession Running through my veins There's all the high beyond the spheres Self-infliction Erase the will to improve To leave the markless road - No fated to be here On these nights of horror With sand-filled eyes I light the whist unclean The very hours never raise When winds are blowing cold A tragic failure I stand The path where no one goes, no one goes