The Praise And Curse Of Fathers
12:27
He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes...
Twiittaa
Kappaleen sanat
I sing along the bitter tears, ash in my lungs
Why did they die, but left me alone
to suffer for their mistakes
For their subconscious selfdestruction
I praise and curse the sins of my kind, 'till
fallen sun with red aura dry my stare
so I shut my eyes, and hope
someday morning forgets to come
Vade Retro Lucifer!
The Bringer of Light should have
better things to do.
Why did they die, but left me alone
to suffer for their mistakes
For their subconscious selfdestruction
I praise and curse the sins of my kind, 'till
fallen sun with red aura dry my stare
so I shut my eyes, and hope
someday morning forgets to come
Vade Retro Lucifer!
The Bringer of Light should have
better things to do.
