Paroles de Denn Die Toten Reiten Schnell

Behold this pale offering whose essence feeds your every need Entwined, divine in the sleepless heart but what's to become of me Wake the Walls of Remembrance Sing tenderness my silent ones Your eyes of wonder Shake the walls with this Severance Cry bitterness, the passionless Stained with dishonor Behold this frail offering These weighted words fall as Autumn leaves Confined and blind in the sleepless heart while an audience still deafens me Behold this grail offering A quickening kiss for those who bleed Illumination's price, it is your sleepless heart and the gift of voice that sets you free