Strange case, perhaps from the age of nonsense.
Empty grave with a mirror with sign The Future.
Why is he overgrown now?
Why everyone bends?
Is it some secret?
Where is the end?
Delusive legend affect each of you
When ego stops being curious.
Of course, that everyone, no one is spared
We sing the curses, from blood we´re created.
No one will ever stop it, black wagon pulled by six horses
Despite being cowards we worship adrenalin.
Worship doom for bitch called Future
With pleasure we fornicate at the future ruins.
Delusive legend affect each of you
Of course, that everyone, no one is spared
We sing the curses, from blood we´re created.
We suck the alcohol drops from the crutch
Just to meet the demons in time
Strange case, perhaps from the age of nonsense
Empty grave with a mirror mustn´t scare you any more.
Must never ever scare you any more!!!
