filled no more And all the thirsty can now approach Can now approach, can now approach Can now approach Can now approach, can now approach Can now approach the antidote
The seed of Men, From trees now freezing. All silevered leaves With messages written The Imitators In sequences bright. All perpetraitors In cahins of
Starts as a feeling pure, This vitreous second sight Without hallucinating, hating, Captive of a future bright Fortune telling- Honours for madmen only
From the soul to its waste, The Common hates his evil twin. Everything invaded In its simplicity How did you get inside me? Still all fascinated, Invaded
Snowbird, ablaze and hurt. Brighter, fearless, just like a runaway. Princess never-a-smile. Oh, child! What makes you try? Crying and sobbing You greet
Now you dream inside Her sleep of death. You get to keep your soul Until she claims it back. A darkness without end. Morning was drained. Here comes
Diurnal shall be your redemption. The last of spirits now leaves your body. We all act as if You are not there. Seeing is not believing Possessional,
The fury of waters Revolving still, Your voices are silences When they speak through me. To the crossroads We are turning our backs And in each of you
The Principles firmly confused. Shake them awake. The circles vicious. All full of wishes. The vapours which invite us in. In hope we bring the final
The silver bullet - so earthly fast. Forever Rope - so hard to find. The silver bullet - so earthly thrashed. Forever Rope - symbol of Trust. The mandrake
) Here's to Defeat - how dare you come so late? The cup is empty Shall be filled no more And all the thirsty Can now approach... The antidote.
ترجمة: Moonspell. ترياق.
