So, the instruments of hour might kill him As for pain, come to me As for pleasure, leave me Legendary suffering you shall see Is it not enough for you to see the torture? Must you still put your life on trial? So take a look at yourself lying cold and stiff And then ask yourself, is it worth worshiping some higher creator? When was the last time you bowed down to me and kissed my feet? Unless you forever obey me, I'll put you to sleep The fear of dying tears your mind apart Hiding now from yourself And so we walk into the night Together to find existence inside oblivion As for pain, come to me As for pleasure, leave me Legendary suffering you shall see Is it not enough for you to see the torture? Must you still put your life on trial? The fear of dying tears your mind apart Hiding now from yourself And so we walk into the night Together to find existence inside oblivion So take a look at yourself lying cold and stiff And then ask yourself, is it worth worshiping some higher creator? When was the last time you bowed down to me and kissed my feet? Unless you forever obey me, I'll put you to sleep © HANSEATIC MUSIKVERLAG GMBH; PROPHECIES PUBLISHING MARKUS STAIGE; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com