Bails (Of Flesh) 歌詞

Cold empty space Need to touch (present life) Thy life is none For thy soul burns Hate for will My grief will be avenged Bailing the grass Flaying Timeless grasp Flaying Smolder the bones Horror on the stones Roped hands Are raking air Slight of life Fate stands It's wicked snare A needle of life Bail me Like rows of hay A needle of life Cold hate Cold empty space Hate for will For thy soul burns They grief will be avenged