Vārdi: Dew-scented. Bereaved.

Crawling for faith, almost turning away from this world
Within the sphere of addiction and dismay, betrayed, as purgatory unchains
The infinite doom won't ease the thirst for revenge
Rise onto decadence straying from the golden path to the black abyss
Where a million of dead thoughts roam, it is the apocalypse
To hang in the shreds of time, yeah these bleeding eyes can see
More than they bear...