Lacrimae Death Travels On Me
She's the voice of the silence
Sonorous whispers of doom
Every candle feel her shineless breath
She walks beside me a moment of forgetfulness.
There is no god without pain
There is no chaos without sense.
I wish I could speak through your soul
You'll say the sound of nothingness
Figures in black are gone
Phantasma textures in everyone
Million lights, chaos within
Solar horizons in complete isolation
I think the malevolous, nonsense reality
Entrance of the furious fire.
There is no god without pain
There is no chaos without hope
There is no evil without pleasures
There is no chaos without hope.
There is no god without pain
There is no evil without pleasures.