Tekst:
Apostisy Famine Of A Thousand Frozen Years

the shame Crawling under your skin As a prelude to existence guides you away An invasion of design A master piece of time A passionate crime Dying

In a sense it might bring new blood I'll decide who carries my grace In a sense it may change my luck Spent every day living out a wasted dream The

to walk away Another victim she counts Inside her heart, nothing but a witness I am nothing, but betrayed Slipping through the cracks Security devoured Like a

's less fortunate Lived a life in vein Conviction holds the hope of Everything now In between the sweetness Taht keeps us dry Lies the heartache of witnessing A