Lyrics
Words of darkness in a twisted place, walls drip sickness
Tales of a dreaming man, all storms turn into a sigh
Looking at the tower, faces of destruction laughing
Many a tree fallen, in no, in no memory
Show me the love in this,
leave me now
Days are dying behind you, and a life so lost
For you killed a man, and sorrow . . .
it haunts you never
And now at the graves of so many words
I find my tears and forced confusion
In this cup I found, the poisons of regret
All spirits abandoned
The mind of many halls, and empty thoughts
For in this, we are dead
We are dead
Words of darkness in a twisted place, walls drip sickness
Tales of a dreaming man, all storms turn into a sigh
Looking at the tower, faces of destruction laughing
Many a tree fallen, in no . . . in no memory
Show me the love in this,
leave me now
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