Из альбома: Spirals / Novella of Uriel
never-ending
this barren land is never-ending
never-ending
when will this season of bloodloss end?
hope falls through the holes in my hands
every hour is a shackle I curse my captor
every divinity has forsaken me
I curse my birth I curse this life
I worship the God of slumber
for death and sleep walk hand in hand
these eyes will never lie