Eschaton کے بول

When you embody all the silence that make us proud I walk like death through your gates, and thunders light. A sound and our world is gone. It's a sound that burns lies and weakness of might... It's a sound that goes down with the scent of the mortal divine. It's the vengeance of tears cleaning all of your smears. It's a promise of fear for the rebels who live. Gone with the world without a cry. It's a crime That we can go on and nothing goes wrong. We're slowly down. What have we done living just like parasites? They watched my tears and looked inside him and slowly down As we're collecting the remains of a tragic life I look in your eyes and in no time we're paralyze. A sound and our world is gone.