Testi:
Carving

He is back, for the revenge So cruel and mean He is a killing machine Just waiting for his Pray to show Hear his call, he will kill Just for the thrill

Our ancestors saw this holy man Golden cross around his neck He was promising eternal life 9th century christian missionary: "I promise to take your

Oceans of sadness Overflows me Feels like I'm leashed And can not move Depression entering my lungs And as I choke it graps my soul It feels like I am

loud, We're mean We're carving a crimson career Liars and betrayers are scared Cause their blood In the gutter will flow Brimstone move forward to reign As we're carving

so this is how it is without your love. so this is perfectly fitting that i sense your body rising up. you're a comfort to taste but i wake to no one

It's not you that have been hurting for this long my arms can't hold this much cause i'm not strong enough to bear this oath, I swear now in front of

child Bring the pain out Ours was spirit Raped Intellegence We exist...all...to awaken and save us from war! The essence of doubt Carving a giant Carving

Wings of butterfly inside My spirit revives, I feel The horizon is widening the circle My destiny is in the clouds The Stone Pilgrim kneels Carving his

This City is lost as I am. Standing still on an unfriendly sidewalk, Staring at the flickering streetlights... Gently pressing my palm against the dead