Thirdmoon - Sentenced To Aeons lyrics

...and of those ghosts calling Through levels transcending Even I hold revelation Adorable pretending s*ut Don't waste your time to speak with pain Where the hands descend To all of the dead – little who*es, I whisper Rise Dead eyes revokate and infiltrate Better dead for funerals to come Elimination, self-centered for all the silence Has pa**ed through years And never before I have been so cold! As told so cold! ...and with hate I bleed Near is my deletion What I feel is not from here The disillusion starts When the candles stop bleeding And I see myself dying Catharsis complete For more than a thousand times Rise