My name is Roman, Not king nor emperor. Just the voice of a ghost, the past son of a whore. I transcend to dispatch this letter. Where the rich bought
She bathed in blood how apropos. Became a witness to the suffering. Skinned alive, she even took their soul. Close my eyes. By the moonlit darkness legend
I preyed on human nature. I took this innocence alive. I prayed through the allegations. Deliver me from the fire. And I feel no remorse. Take me to
My wings are torn away. Spit words like knives. Inside the fields, A former life decay. A poison sword we swallow. Will you fall back? Sing for your
"Fuck me? Fuck you, fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it." Carved your name into my skin, in candlelight. Sew it up with hate. Carve, a message
It's not the knife you bleed on. It's not the cancer in your bones. It's not the sunrise choking. It's not the blood red moon alone. It's not the way
Two men entered and I thought I was dreaming. I heard the sounds of what were laughter. And expected the door to slam off the hinges. The dark initiates
Blessed is the luxury of the dead. Broke, so I sold my breath. For pennies, I am worthless. I feel a brazen cacophony. Of wave crushing, heart pounding
"Well I'm Dead! Tell the world" she said. And the funeral came alive. I collect every flower sent from hell down to the fire. Fall down sick, I'm not
This open letter read, "I'm gone on holiday" Started off as a secret headline. "The king has passed away" Goodbye to the world. Goodbye to the pain.
There is no real me Only an entity Something illusionary And though i can hide my cold gaze And you can shake my hand And feel flesh griping yours And
She said live young and leave a wake of beauty It's all I ever could have asked Should have asked from you And I won't forget to write you when I get
She said live young and leave a wake of beauty, it's all I ever could have asked should have asked from you, and I wont forget to write you when I
Перевод: Aiden. Нож крови Кошмар.
Перевод: Aiden. Нож Нож крови.
