Hellish piosenki

I s there that my heart should grow? between this glass walls? A midst shards of grey ice, cold thorns nailed in the sky that, crimson, bleeds? 

Still we wonder what leads the man to suffer illusions, dreams chalices of life and lethal bites we all drink our baptism and funeral the spirit, cleansed, corrupted, dead, and cleansed again will run free in the universe but when, chained in the body we burn...

It comes from deep a longing for truth that we can't handle it burns ground under our feet grains of sadness following us Scythe, it cuts deeply this masque Reaches up to the grey skies Passes down, among hate and war Vibrating chord, music for the hearts wh...