اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Treacherous words rise from the mist
From envious eyes and poisonous cold, pale lips
Gluttons of pleasure, gluttons of pain
Vengeance by sevens, my sweet curse, children of cain
Trashing and clashing with specters
Hiding from light, demons of death
Chaos and anguish perfector
Stealing their last dying breath
Driven by greed, slave to addiction
A massive decay of a most foul contradiction
Spirits of lust piercing the air
Writhing with sins of the flesh etched deep in their stare
Descend the abyss ever faster
Hidden from light, demons of death
Cursing the black, winged master
With their last dying breath
Soar through the flame
I call your name
Wrath and might get me through this night
Can I make it right? Or will you remain?
I've finally realized, that long after laughter dies
I can't undo the things I've done, oh, all the things I've done
When will my dark skies disappear, I long to see the Sun
Soar through the flame
I call your name
Wrath and might, get me through this night
Can I make it right? Or will you remain in hell?
