7 acessos
come taste a century of hatred
free from the sanity of them
is there something, that you see in all of them
non-believer, a time will come, but when?
all you worship in life, destroyed by human hands,
spare the trouble you feel, save a breath for your next
spit on the laws that i made for you
betray the treasures within hearts
is there something in death that you think
reflects your life?
come taste the loss that i feel, a treasure with no price
all you worship in life destroyed by human hands
save the trouble you feel, a treasure with no price
it's disturbing, the joy i feel, but i feel it more