Text písně Gardens Of Gehenna: From A Silent Yearning Dark

From A Silent Yearning Dark


Every defeat's a little death
It's a disaster for the weak,
but for me it's just a challenge,
a passage to another me
And therefore, rouged with blood and ashes,
I'm singing on my way to hell,
I'm dancing toward Golgatha,
I'm guided by an inner knell
There are many shades of black
and that I use the signs you've chosen,
that I'm talking in your tongue,
doesn't mean that you're my friend
I don't want your fucking pity,
'cause one gets it for a song,
but your jealousy honours me,
for which I`ve been working hard and long

From a silent Yearning dark
a secret, mighty spell is born
Beneath a red sky burning cold
from my ashes I will rise







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