3 acessos
Omega
A time is a devil's son
a dead child in tranquiliti
threatning on it's knees
escaping the verse of ubiety
Failure gift for each day
dead child clads in thee
threatning on it's knees
I'll be despair unreal
The need to cut my veins
to let you bleed out of me
as you keep staring
through my dead eyes
Bleed the strength on the death-bed
declime all who have fall behind
harvest last breath
and rise again
Lost the face on fields of death
all my senses thriving less
lost the soul can't feel sincere
so vague so vacant
the omega is near