Peccatum - Between The Living And The Dead lyrics

It grew from air With a leaf's despair Left behind deadline The language of sanity rejected In faith and for no visible purpose Seeking further; Seeking further Into the pit named a soul This subtle call This seduction This mind game Is preparing your fall Thoughts transformed Into whispering voices Alluring you to cross the border Where no return alone Can manage to get you home This naked scenery; Arms grasping for your throat Yet, you dance and fade