Tekster:
Undying The Whispered Lies Of Angels

dove cries alone - no one to share her days with she chokes on the stale dry air of memories she chokes on the words she says to no one at night and whispers

[Instrumental]

the dreams that die tonight -and all the love in hearts grown cold -and all the beauty never known as heavens winds are rancid sweet as angels breath

to iron and asphalt dreams when nighttime stars flicker with grief and despair and dusk threatens senses too dazed to stay clear their heavens will beckon, and angels will whisper

your place ...and she writhes in tear-stained sheets through fevered nightmares and whispered screams gifts of filth from a heaven divine revealer of secrets and bringer of lies