歌词
Kissing the stillness, caressed by the cold
This path of deceit shall never grow old
Ageless and guiltless, feasting on damnation
And the ever-growing fear in their eyes
One lash for my guilt and two for my lies
Beaten by the wolves in innocence disguised
Kissing the stillness, caressed by the cold
In the vault of damnation I am growing old
We have come on winds of torment
For the ones out of luck, same old writing
With our guilt to feed the vulture
For the ones out of luck, same old writing
The temple lay in ruin
And the artist has escaped
Leaving only his watch behind
The statue takes its shape
Kissing the stillness, caressed by the cold
This path of deceit shall never grow old
One lash for my guilt and two for my lies
Beaten by the wolves in innocence disguised
We have come on winds of torment
For the ones out of luck, same old writing
With our guilt to feed the vulture
For the ones out of luck, same old writing
