Second two or maybe a day
I glance over yellowed pages
Touch the scares of your unpure soul
I drown in sticky pa**ion of your memory
Born from chaos wind of hatred human faces it posses
The sand of the sarcophagus of memories blows
And every seed is a diamond blade
In the tact of their language beats my heart
And pa** centuries
I touch the scares of your unpure soul
Sometimes d**h comes at night
Sometimes d**h is silence
Sometimes d**h scares the wind
Sometimes d**h gives birth to the dark
Let the show go on
I touch the scars of your unpure soul
In red iris daylight dies
Nothing shall escape from me
Sometimes d**h is filled with the blood
Sometimes d**h fades away in fog
Sometimes d**h il like a black storm
Sometimes d**h scares the wind of life
Sometimes d**h comes to you at night
Sometimes d**h gives birth to the dark
I touch the scars of your unpure soul
Sometimes d**h is filled with blood
Sometimes d**h fades away in fog
Sometimes d**h is like a black storm
Sometimes d**h has many names