Текст песни Morbid Violence The Dead Bride

Without the violence, without the blood
You're dieing of pain.
There is neither love nor happiness
Everything is in dream...

There is neither savior nor peace
You've lost everything without a fight.

Life is dead. Sinfull. Soulless
Pale like on the church-porch.
It's so solitary around you
The whole world is dead to you.

But in a burst of nervious madness
You desire to take a razor blade
And your lips won't even move
To die more quit.

Angels are having along the 8th round of hell
And this is your reward
There is no more place for suiciders in heaven
And nobody needs dead bride on earth.

You're dead, what have you obtained?
Just a dust on you cold mirrors
As if you've borned again
Pain remained in the clouds.

Your heart is beating again
But in surrounded by dream
And it's so cold to stay on place
There is no warmth in Hell.

You live in wonderful dream
Partaking sounds of music
But your window is dark
And there is no conceived paradise.

Текст добавил "the_?iddle™" 1.11.2009 1:07

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