ترانه:
Dekadent

Now, who leads the way With all the gods astray Through this bitter times of sorrow and dreadful dismay? Now, shall we never see else than blinding

The Sky awaits your Day of Solace Our day of hands entwined Your face awaits the Touch of Solace That calms your restless mind The scent of dew I know

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Sane obsession of Golden Bliss, of Ecstasy To wash His face, to see it beaten clean Leave the face of flawed disgrace, It's hope you need to save embarrassment

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There She stands revered by the Mountains Praised by my Heart There She waits for Light to come To meet her Tongue in Darkness Such Monument of Bliss

Everyday seclusion And Providential Love The emotional intrusion it's hauling me above desolation and torture! We knew we were face to face, one unto

My Face in Soil To Root out the Coil The Fear out of My Life Heart has turned to stone And skin has overgrown the scars of my given time It seemed

With eyes that gape at darkness, one can never see the day. Day of starvation. Years of slavery. Life of misery. The day will never see. Hold the hand