Tekster: Through The Eyes Of The Dead. Bloodlust. Beneath Dying Skies.

Beautiful scars cover my broken temple no one tried to save this the sun's burnt out darkness is beginning the sun's burnt out no more beauty no more life hate and cries lie in the hands of all awakened by horror and screams of people kill themselves because they fear dying no need to try and stop this your time is up beneath dying skies suffer for this no words can describe death's bliss slaughter of innocence the rain that cleanses the scars of ages