Sculpt The Lives Songtext

Burst

von Prey On Life

Sculpt The Lives Songtext
Cold eyes of fire
Talk to me
Stillborn desire
In the air I breathe
In our wanton spirits
I read
Closure,
Nauseating rites
A face and heart I heed
Unprecedented,
In longing
As we soar still higher
As Icarus we'll plunge
In longing manner we'll admire

Into depths all unknown
Soul and purpose set alight
Over barren lands we've flown
In transmission
Morning thrives.
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