Vii Arcano The Inner Deathscape
Frozen and hidden in dustsmiles
The naked voice rises so pale
With fear forward to loneliness
Yet so proud like wolves in their habitat
Removed the veil of endurance
Thorns scratch the skin
Warm are the curtains of innocence
Strong enough to obscure emptiness
But scathing is the story behind the audience
In search for prefabricated roles
With fear forward to loneliness
Yet so proud like wolves in their habitat
Removed the skin of endurance
Thorns has scratched the veil
Warm are the curtains of innocence
Strong enough to obscure emptiness
But scathing is the story behind the audience
In search for prefabricated roles
The eyes we cannot see
Are the truth we can't conceive
The borders of blindness suffocates the liquid
The eyes we cannot see
Are the truth we can?t conceive
Moans invoke the inner deathscape
Mutilated so gently. Fire of falseness
Wings of desperation react to the void
Embracing the lost paleness
Emerging for safety the inner deathscape
