Soul Snatcher Songtext
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You are picking crops of the acts
Acted and no existed
Tunnels to infinity
Gloomy, cold and wet
Are Gaping like beast's muzzle
A lots of gates are open
On the edges of mind and dreams
Lack of time is your the worst nightmare
Feelings against instincts
Slowly dying with resistance
Are going for a butcher
Pie after pie, for pieces
Step by step to the edge
Scattered in the abyss, lonely
Your fate-your choice
Rapid stream of time is a transformation
Against you and for you
Whispers-answer for unknown
Naked triviality of life
Shroud of darkness surrounding the souls
"Dreams those small pieces of death
How I hate you"
Where your bodies rascals
Acted and no existed
Tunnels to infinity
Gloomy, cold and wet
Are Gaping like beast's muzzle
A lots of gates are open
On the edges of mind and dreams
Lack of time is your the worst nightmare
Feelings against instincts
Slowly dying with resistance
Are going for a butcher
Pie after pie, for pieces
Step by step to the edge
Scattered in the abyss, lonely
Your fate-your choice
Rapid stream of time is a transformation
Against you and for you
Whispers-answer for unknown
Naked triviality of life
Shroud of darkness surrounding the souls
"Dreams those small pieces of death
How I hate you"
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