Woorden:
Blackened Pride

and announce a new beginning tonight we wave and give up a smile as a flaming shuttle passes by outside the window something is creeping a burning skeleton beams with pride

good and evil I know right between, there's no borderline This is the punishment divine Surrounded by night, I've been offered insight There is none but the sin of pride

am a poet who composes what the world proses And proses what the world composes I am a poet who composes what the world proses And proses what the world composes Damned indecision and cursed pride

. Numb I crawl, losing you. Over something so frivolous, so petty. But this pettiness is all you know. You wear a chip on your shoulder like a badge of fucking pride

forests and the mountains surrounding the village he covers by golden cloth - the night is drawing near. Bonfires blaze up and the flame tongues raise up to blacken

time Re-live your life and erase your crime All the pain you've caused others before To achieve your selfish gain Now your soul is blackened And

On they fight for their right, yes, but who's to say? For a hill, men would kill, why? They do not know [Incomprehensible] wounds test their pride Men

There's a price we all pay to Charon A price we pay for the ride You're damned if you do, damned if you don't Nothing remains but emaciated pride The

We need to figure out it might be wrong You oughta know you can be inches from life And never live at all You oughta know that pride is our downfall