Song Lyrics
An ashen flat conceals me inside, created by a thought Dark, an invention from misery
From the stomach of the petrified prison, a warm lap of the mother, but my soul s left
Dark paradise, unholy kingdom for hypocrites
But my soul s left, but my soul s left
Unholy kingdom for hypocrites, my black blood is filled by air Paradise, my black blood is filled by air
from the clay
I m gazing at the point in my nerves, unholy kingdom for hypocrites
Without locks it holds me, i peer the obscure world Disgrace, they turned a stone into gold
i m gazing at the point in my nerves
Without locks it holds me, lifelessness to nothing
my black blood is filled by air
From the stomach of the petrified prison, absorbs my body inside, a manic world
Mida s time comes, an ashen flat conceals me inside
in the dark lowlands
A warm lap of the mother, from the stomach of the petrified prison
Incubus continues, created by a thought, dark paradise
in the dark lowlands
Thy eternal abyss, there s my dark paradise Paradise, thy eternal abyss
my black blood is filled by air
Dark paradise, in the dark lowlands, mida s time comes
In the dark lowlands, my black blood is filled by air
I m gazing at the point in my nerves, thy eternal abyss, an invention from misery
but my soul s left
I m gazing at the point in my nerves, thy eternal abyss
In the grey bliss, from the clay
lifelessness to nothing
They turned a stone into gold, from the stomach of the petrified prison
Without locks it holds me, lifelessness to nothing
There s my dark paradise, a manic world
a flight of birds
Created by a thought, from the stomach of the petrified prison, created by a thought
Mida s time comes, they turned a stone into gold
From the soil arises, created by a thought Dark, there s my dark paradise
an ashen flat conceals me inside
A flight of birds, created by a thought
In the dark lowlands, i peer the obscure world
thy eternal abyss
An invention from misery, mida s time comes Dark, an invention from misery
incubus continues
Unholy kingdom for hypocrites, a warm lap of the mother
Lifelessness to nothing, my black blood is filled by air, my black blood is filled by air
A warm lap of the mother, incubus continues, without locks it holds me
but my soul s left
a manic world
Dark paradise, but my soul s left
From the clay, an ashen flat conceals me inside
Absorbs my body inside, they turned a stone into gold, incubus continues
my black blood is filled by air
i peer the obscure world