Текст песни
necrosis of the soul
misanthropes
Misanthropes, misanthropes
you should be dead by now
You should be dead by now, dark is the shadows of life, from now on it s downhill
Necrosis of the soul, but you push the limits further
the blisters on your hands
But you push the limits further, dark as december, you take the matters into your own hands
In the void between life and death, you take the matters into your own hands Self-Mutilation, uplifting like a funeral
From now on it s downhill, necrosis of the soul
uplifting like a funeral
Dark is the shadows of life, lost in time and space, at the peak of his night time bliss
dark is the shadows of life
The self-mutilation, in the vast consuming darkness
You should be dead by now, at the peak of his night time bliss
A single candle burns, uplifting like a funeral Forest, you should be dead by now
but you push the limits further
misanthropes
the self-mutilation
At the peak of his night time bliss, necrosis of the soul Carpathian, and a painful vision of hell
Necrosis of the soul, you take the matters into your own hands, but you push the limits further
You hate the human race, dark is the shadows of life
A shimmering blade shreds through his flesh, misanthropes
A shimmering blade shreds through his flesh, dark is the shadows of life, from now on it s downhill
in the void between life and death
you take the matters into your own hands
a shimmering blade shreds through his flesh
You take the matters into your own hands, in the void between life and death Self-Mutilation, at the peak of his night time bliss
necrosis of the soul
in the vast consuming darkness
you should be dead by now
in the vast consuming darkness
But you push the limits further, from now on it s downhill
You should be dead by now, and a painful vision of hell
the blisters on your hands
Dark is the shadows of life, through these years you were created Carpathian, uplifting like a funeral
and a painful vision of hell
Kings and queens, kings and queens