Knowing that you'll die instead of your faith Warning can not help without dwelling An iris I'd believed was nothing more than crap
Empty world I hold is the same as yours And each reals are vice, thoughts repent themselves Tearing hearts out, draining bloods out, sucking ghosts out, and it is
Totally that you'll die here Before his very eyes, like I told you earlier Images I see now are fatting more and more
Empty world I hold is the same as yours And each reals are vice, thoughts repent themselves Tearing hearts out, draining bloods out, sucking ghosts out, and it is solved
