Frames Of Reference کے بول

Devoid of life The derivation Of modern humans A milignant cancer I am the lord of silence My body shrouds the night blue sky Who makes the gods and death I adore thee I am the ending of the words Tremble before me Death is the seed from which I grow Remove my flesh I adore thee Reveal my soul I adore thee Darkness inside death Never to be heard Arms and legs frozen Safe in heaven dead Death is the seed from which I grow Who makes the gods and death I adore thee I am the ending of the words Tremble before me Safe in heaven dead