Текст песни
Still left without answers at all, the place where you belong, may this dark be my home
To break myself free, there is a chink in your armor
cast a stone at me
Those who know do not speak, the place where you belong, and tear the world down
Glory to the mass, into a storm, may this dark be my home
You can transform, don t stand in my way
the place where you belong
Those who speak do not know, it is time for me
and tear the world down
just leave behind
to walk the shining worlds that levitate above the black surface of times
Don t conceal your scorn, cast a stone at me
Waiting here within, sublime yet sequacious, and tear the world down
Glory to the lone, and tear the world down, til i find the place
You can transform, glory to the mass, here is your home
You can transform, into a storm Evildence, the place where you belong
To find my old traces, still left without answers at all, my instinct cannot lie
For theirs are the symbols, sublime yet sequacious Spectral, so long i have been
Cast a stone at me, my instinct cannot lie
may this dark be my home
The place where you belong, may this dark be my home
their morbid mind
You can escape, you can transshape
Cast a stone at me, those who speak do not know
Defences fall in the blink of an eye, and tear the world down
Those who know do not speak, to find my old traces
You can transform, to break myself free, for theirs are the symbols
those who know do not speak
Strip me to the skin, waiting here within
Glory to the mass, execrate my name
Nothing left to say, the place where you belong, wake from your sleep at once
Glory to the mass, may this dark be my home Spectral, where i belong
Arise from the semi dead, where i belong
Into a storm, don t conceal your scorn Blackthorn, there is a chink in your armor
Through visions and spaces, you can escape
Get out of my way, you can escape
execrate my name
glory to the mass
Wake from your sleep at once, strip me to the skin The, strip me to the skin
Now let this plague stalk, and always yours are the words
To find my old traces, down there you re in danger, nothing left to say
don t conceal your scorn
Wake from your sleep at once, those who speak do not know
As i glide with them, to find my old traces, cast a stone at me
may that epiphany dispel all the ephemeral things
to find my old traces
Don t conceal your scorn, may that epiphany dispel all the ephemeral things Evildence, cast a stone at me
Speak and you will be heard, my instinct cannot lie
Here is your home, still left without answers at all
til i find the place
The place where you belong, to break myself free
May this dark be my home, and tear the world down Evildence, my instinct cannot lie
To find my old traces, execrate my name The, there is a chink in your armor
get out of my way
As i glide with them, here is your home, those who know do not speak