Текст песни
Burning
souls
in
lakes
of
guilt,
blind
slaves
of
fear
to
god,
lives
without
identity,
just
a
mass
of
cheap
lives
without
identity,
just
a
mass
of
sheeps
(feeding
on
the
carrion
of
knowledge)
Pour
existence
full
of
limits,
never
burnt
by
pleasure's
fire*
A
book
of
guilt
leads
them
lives
At
the
heart
of
the
dark
I
shake
myself
for
their
weakness
(a
sea
of
wisdom
to
sail,
and
them,
flock
of
sheeps,
drowns
down
in
submission
(turn
off
the
light,
forgive
the
sun
scaping
from
storm
to
store
in
old
dimension
Now
I
found
a
door,
a
mystic
door
between
the
trees
in
a
black
wood
I
start
to
break
the
silence.
perpetual
silence
of
the
deads)
When
I
close
my
eyes
in
total
dark,
turn
off
the
light,
forgive
the
sun
scaping
from
storm
to
store
in
old
dimension
Now
I
found
a
door,
a
mystic
door
between
the
trees
in
a
black
wood
I
start
to
break
the
silence...
perpetual
silence
of
the
deads.
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