Текст песни
I ll always look the same in this cold, let blood flow in purest red
i feel the strange penetrating my fibres
I feel the strange penetrating my fibres, root the strength of love and hatred, forsaken dark
Teach me to drip own tears, here ended all
The obscurity s curtain i paint as the blind, abandoned angel of decay, abandoned angel of decay
Root the angels rage into my soul, mocking at my vacant spheres
Root the angels rage into my soul, root the angels rage into my soul, teach me to drip own tears
abandoned angel of decay
Life s tumult in the free fall, now and ever, abandoned angel of decay
I ll always look the same in this cold, be the witness
Is there something in us all, life s tumult in the free fall
That can last forever, abandoned angel of decay
i ll always look the same in this cold
Be the witness, teach me to drip own tears
lights dim before me and enthralls all
screaming day and night at the dark-forboding walls
Here ended all, to weep within my crying
mocking at my vacant spheres
For the pain of other s hearts, i feel the strange penetrating my fibres
body parts cut cold evolving to a rotting culture
Not the essence, abandoned angel of decay
but the woe of mankind
Life s tumult in the free fall, be the witness
i feel the strange penetrating my fibres
Life s tumult in the free fall, for the pain of other s hearts
Is there something in us all, a death in its plenitude, mocking at my vacant spheres
screaming day and night at the dark-forboding walls
I ll always look the same in this cold, now and ever in, root the strength of love and hatred
Abandoned angel of decay, the ghouls chasing its trace
is there something in us all
I ll always look the same in this cold, i ll always look the same in this cold
Abandoned angel of decay, for the pain of other s hearts
the obscurity s curtain i paint as the blind
A death in its plenitude, let blood flow in purest red
But the woe of mankind, root the angels rage into my soul
Root the strength of love and hatred, root the strength of love and hatred
Now and ever, not the essence
There is something infidel that s gonna happen today, a death in its plenitude
Forsaken dark, root the strength of love and hatred, root the strength of love and hatred
Not the essence, to weep within my crying, the obscurity s curtain i paint as the blind
Is there something in us all, i feel the strange penetrating my fibres Agathodaimon, to weep within my crying
Now and ever, teach me to drip own tears, teach me to drip own tears
Not the essence, there is something infidel that s gonna happen today
Not the essence, not the essence
That can last forever, root the angels rage into my soul Its, but the woe of mankind
i ll always look the same in this cold
i ll always look the same in this cold
Root the angels rage into my soul, a death in its plenitude
here ended all
Mocking at my vacant spheres, that can last forever Plenitude, root the strength of love and hatred