Из альбома: Forest Of Equilibrium
Dark oceans we cry, writhing in the misery,
cast spit on love that lay at our feet,
the intrigue of pain we crave
it's mystery neglect to explore
the depths to sanctity.
We reach happiness,
divine in providence,
our lamented desires.
Lose scent of the essence,
shunned is the prosperity,
we feel the anxiety,
self inserting the knives in our heart.
Luring to degrade with bribes of affection,
can't abide divinity over our imperfection.
All love is broken sombre in devotion,
the hearse of selfishness has drove it all away.