Beltaine - Lake Of Brine - text písně

War inside spills blood from your veins
Mortal voice of your awe
You fade like the portrait that’s bygone

You sip from the chalice of bane
Weakness poisons your soul
The shine in your eyes burns low

Hear my crying from outside
Don’t believe in their lies
You should know... it’s late
and you’ll die ...
... in the lake of brine

You fall like the autumnal leaf
in the garden of pain
Broken in your rules…lost in vain

You should wake up from eternal sleep
Hear the noise from below
Life flows to nowhere
and the centuries go

Flagellation - the one way
of your moaning and grime
You should know... it’s late
and you’re dying...
... in the lake of brine

Přidal: Ivett dne 11. 03. 2005 v 21:21.
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