Back at college now, so won't be on as much during the week :( |
Under the cold, moonlit sky,
Lay the gardens, grown from blood...
As I sit in the disaster of my life,
I lament upon my past...
You are my guardian angel
Forever watching over me...
Sitting under a bewildered sky,
Lay a tree of lost tragedies...
[Intro]
Our sins are our desires...
The whispers of your voice echo through eternity,
However these whispers need not remind me...
You are my quintessence of virtuousness,
For my less than unblemished heart...
When the curse of depression is upon us,
We seek ways to ease the pain...
In Sorte Diaboli,
In choosing of the Devil...
[Intro]
Our sins are our desires...
A penny for your thaughts, 50 pounds to act them out. |
It is said any problem can be solved with an ample supply of dynamite. |
Light travels faster than sound. |