Tekster: Tombs. Split with Planks. Cypress.

You walk through silent halls alone
You live your life in slow denial
You broken heart breeds despair
You look for meaning in their lies
Trust me
Trust me
Trust me
Hold me close to your heart
I pray for Hell to claim this world
I dream of worlds on fire
I'll fill your broken heart with lies
My heart is fire
Angels fall
My heart is fire
Angels fall