Omega 歌词

Omega A time is a devil's son a dead child in tranquiliti threatning on it's knees escaping the verse of ubiety Failure gift for each day dead child clads in thee threatning on it's knees I'll be despair unreal The need to cut my veins to let you bleed out of me as you keep staring through my dead eyes Bleed the strength on the death-bed declime all who have fall behind harvest last breath and rise again Lost the face on fields of death all my senses thriving less lost the soul can't feel sincere so vague so vacant the omega is near