4 acessos
A Glimpse In The Sadistic Mirror
A GLIMPSE IN THE SADISTIC MIRROR
|We are the children born from soiled wombs
|Our souls no more then naive
We've chosen to bleed
|From ember to emblaze
our souls have seen better days
salt lustrous taste of death
of all thine enemies
|Puppetry, we have fallen, Under black wings
and Death stretched across our faces
The mirror's fading reflection
of all our lives lost now will display our fate
|Pure Energy of thought reflecting back
skin reflecting sin
|The blood signed clear
A glimpse in the sadistic mirror