die, lead my remains into the fire So that my soul flies and I reach the end of the line Burnt to a shell I know a deep dark secret, I know a lie I
Traduction: Hanté. Burnt à une coquille.
remains into the fire. So that my soul flies, and I reach the end of the line. Burnt to a shell... I know a deep dark secret - I know a lie. I learned
from your Quiver of literary darts A thousand or so tuneless violins Thrilling your cheap little heart Who do you think you are? My cigarette burns
I'm having visions images of gothic violence I'm in a realm of darkness Scared but can't stop this Tossing and turning On a blood stained carpet Cant
ALWAYS REMIND US Endless struggle with my mind ghost It haunts my every step, my every thought. This body is nothing but a shell Just to enhance my
His horse tredding through the river that lay like a castle moat at the foot of Mount Elran Strapped to his saddle a shotgun that wore the moonlight like a
rewind your life Before silver and gold slowly replaced your eyes It's all that you need, all that you wanted Shell of a man that greed has now haunted
(I) old haunts I found a home in the darkness, found a home in the darkness, found a home in the darkness, Empty stomach empty head a body fills a vacant
dooms darkest destiny my lust to mutilate, subjugate and abuse i satisfy with torn flesh from a barbed wire noose a sledgehammer to the ribcage a hacksaw
sun into the glare of the moon... Beams of light form a new being, a shape of whirling materia. My evil soul, my tyrannous spectre becomes unchained - A
die My mind's tearing itself apart Screaming from the inside Release this pain from my fucking heart Destroy the empty shell Smash away the haunting
Sweet red lips were laced with shame Burning like eternal flame Reached the point of no return Once inside you know, you'll burn For sweet Miss Valentine
The daughters of flame She slept under my wing A cold embrace Death's loyal servant now filled with pain Forever haunted by her angelic face By my burning
of Geppeddo's woodwork asylum cedar frame, wire-bound knuckles let a tug of the puppeteer steer my hustle well when a page becomes a squire, re-engage, clap your wings When a
the unclean Cut your flesh from your mind Devils in disguise, reprise, burned, swollen Chapter three This life of mind but a vapor Specks of dust on a
moon at night Haunted my mortal heart... You who made these ancient walls Shine like divine marble The unwanted breath - through creedence A derelict shell
