Wynardtage - Mask lyrics

Mask broken the shades as you feeling old return to yourself to your empty throne you are not afraid but lonesome for sure the smell of that burning seduces so pure and all of the wishes the well promised highs the hunger of lovers pushed up with lies but all of the prayings the outspoken dreams freezing your hunger the meaning of things and all of the smiles and the following cries the hungriest lovers refreshing the lies but all of the shoutings the outliving dreams freezing your hunger the meaning of things