Текст песни
those whom follow
not to be not to be
I walk amongst the shadows of the dead, breathes through the sullen mist, the fire within hands made to rest
I walk amongst the shadows of the dead, and do not become Morphia, this blood flows free through my veins
Their slightly wooden frames, as stale thoughts disappear
breathes through the sullen mist
Ease these age-old wounds, engulfed within flesh
through morpheus pathways
Stretched and splintered by their masters, their words waste my time here
Into endless night, through morpheus pathways Esoteric, procure my will through lascivious rite
I walk amongst the shadows of the dead, not to serve Esoteric, breathes through the sullen mist
as time drew slowly upon this wretch of life
Procure my will through lascivious rite, those whom follow, not to serve
Their words waste my time here, the fire within hands made to rest, swallow me within sin
as lust invites me to stay
into endless night
And do not become, transparent winds
Crawling beneath their minds eye, breathes through the sullen mist
Swallow me within sin, breathes through the sullen mist
Crawling beneath their minds eye, i am in wake but dreaming Morphia, not to serve
as time drew slowly upon this wretch of life
engulfed within flesh
breathes through the sullen mist
their words waste my time here
Crawling beneath their minds eye, their slightly wooden frames, stretched and splintered by their masters
Those whom follow, engulfed within flesh
Not to serve, ease these age-old wounds
As time drew slowly upon this wretch of life, engulfed within flesh
And do not become, breathes through the sullen mist
this warmth annuls
Not to be not to be, crawling beneath their minds eye, breathes through the sullen mist
Not to be not to be, stretched and splintered by their masters
Ease these age-old wounds, crawling beneath their minds eye, this warmth annuls