paroles de chanson Burnt Offerings - Third Realm

Black magic is her mask, no moral hunting ground
She cursed the flame of time, and sold what can't be found
A heart of stone deceiving, but we hear your lies
Burnt offerings of pleasure won't seduce our lives
Pale moon caressed by darkness, cruel wind
Breeze of lust, nightmares touched by blindness
Fade to the broken dream, vile corpse sleeps through sunlight
Brainwashed, oh so well, eat from the tree of vanity, spit out the seeds in hell
Black magic is her mask, no moral hunting ground
She cursed the flame of time, and sold what can't be found
A heart of stone deceiving, but we hear your lies
Burnt offerings of pleasure won't seduce our lives
Sharp pins, speak the silence, that words will never tell
Stuck in the gutter of life, fake smiles consume your bed
Regret the sting of faithful, replace with bites of lust
A shattered crown on your head, reduced to crumbled dust
Black magic is her mask, no moral hunting ground
She cursed the flame of time, and sold what can't be found
A heart of stone deceiving, but we hear your lies
Burnt offerings of pleasure won't seduce our lives