Из альбома: The Divine Art of Torture
Left to rot
Dried up, dying
Draining life
As we know it
Rotting flesh
Doesn't seem to bad
Compared to the filth
In which we're planted
Beyond magick
I've seen the other side
There's nothing here for me
I crave darkness
Suffer the children
In a paradise lost
A moment frozen
Killed by silence
Echoing forbidden fruits
Nothing but lies
Sins of the father
Passed on like plague
Take me back
To nothingness
Away from the pain
Eternal sleep
Beckons me
We are all
Flowers of flesh and blood