Paroles de My Sacrum

Silent sleeps gently In blissfull stagnation Stack like a statue Of bored devil Under the glass dome of shining stars Flickering of thousand sparks You took my jewel, a gift from God Born from storms and mists A mark of suffers, night games Mutilated by human blood The abyss of our hearts, empty shadows Following every step Dried brown liquid On glass blade Memory is back Carrying the ghost of revenge Strying mind In the shadows of awerness I sink deeply Glass brown blade A bored devil awakened from lethargy He blew the dead silence into oblivion Anticross my sacrum Anticross your profanum In the dead church, the altar from bones Tabernakulum is closed My hidden jewel, black steal Forged in hell Delight of all colours, hungry lust Hidden deep in background Simbol of old thruts, wild witches Burning the eternal fire Dried brown liquid On glass blade Memory is back Carrying the ghost of revenge Strying mind In the shadows of awerness I sink deeply Glass brown blade Anticross my sacrum Anticross your profanum