You are so blind,
when you think you are prooved
against anything bad,
'cause your belief is so strong.
Where' s your saviour
for all incurable who fell sick ?
Where' s this damned god,
to which they all daily pray ?
Where' s this damned god ?
Day by day,
you' re searching for an excuse.
Day by day,
questions attack your godfearing soul:
"Is there a saviour ?
Is there something above all?
Is it existing -
this realm of immortal love ?"
The weird ways of existance -
are driving you mad !
The weird wys of existance -
are piercing your soul !
"When I am dead am I in heaven,
or am I in hell ?
Or is there nothing at all,
who is able to tell ?
The coffin, worms inside our flesh -
is that our destination ?
The rotten corpse inside a grave
led me to a hesitation !"
You are so blind,
when you think you are prooved
against anything bad,
'cause your belief is so strong.
Where' s your saviour
for all incurable who fell sick ?
Where' s this damned god,
to which they all daily pray ?
1 | Dying |
2 | Terminal |
3 | Blame Myself |
4 | Inflammation |
5 | Corrosive Eclipse |
6 | Complete Surrender |
7 | Drowned And Rotten |
8 | Condemned Truth |
9 | Anopheles |
10 | Scorn |