Woorden: Rotting Christ. Art Of Sin.

Chasing shadows
Before fire
Illusions follow
The ghost of many tears

Once again today
Forever withdrawn
Is this the way
Is this the way

Words never spoken
Truth lives in insanity
Secrets always forgotten
Stand up to your entity

The memory is very deep
I will get through this
Enchanted sleep
Sin becomes an art inside it

Crawling screaming
I stand before doubt
Can't stop shivering

No life is ever lost
This is my comfort
What I like most
What I like most

Is your pure cruelty

I am still afraid of you
My enemy is here
I wish I knew
Is the end near
No life is is ever lost
This is my comfort
What I like most
Is your magic oath

Chasing shadows
Before fire
Illusions follow
The ghost of many tears

Words never spoken
Truth lives in insanity
Secrets always forgotten
Stand up to your entity