Aah Glowing eyes, staring eyes Manifest of evil presence With entities swept in disease of betrayal A fall from paradise beyond redemption Wrath child's afterglow He who speaks of nightly treasures He who wraps the serpent around my neck He who pours poisonous wine in my chalice He who lets me serve and slip away And so I will take shelter In the absence of the light Hiding like a masked miniature in the dark A revenant without relief it seems For the art of becoming a progeny And to be raised in such curse Is to forever creep among have mortals Infesting the dead in herds Infesting the dead in herds His grandeur of guidance in round trips obscure He who immersed my hands in sullen throes His paths on which domination linger He who dares to prove the sanity of mine He who speaks of nightly treasures He who lets me serve and slip away Black unearthly void creature crawling Forbidden, forgotten, fairly underrated Bastards in the shape of angels holding my hands Passing me what is left of the wine Bastards in the shape of angels holding my hands Passing me what's left of the wine Aah (Aah) © PROPHECIES PUBLISHING MARKUS STAIGE; HANSEATIC MUSIKVERLAG GMBH; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com