Buried 歌词

Beautiful redness of flowers Smells like passing life Silence doesn't tinkle Of sound of fast steps Only ANGELS are waiting Hidden somewhere in the dark Churches Of Hypocrisy Wonderful blackness of velvet Importunate candle lights Are deforming malicious Ironic priests faces Shadow mixed with light Conscience loose their thorns Doubts poor existence Instead of pleasure of life Scarlet of false clothes Hiding filth of existence Born life by rustle After that there are creeping Wormsfat and humid Still want the blood Purple of lies Monuments of forgiveness Masks perfectly chosen Gloom of eternal lies Shadow mixed with light Last brightness I'm last which did not forget