Song | Condemned |
Artist | Ikuinen Kaamos |
Album | Fall of Icons |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
The path grows wild behind me | |
Something stalking | |
Stalking around me | |
You have found me | |
I’ll break the hour glass | |
To free the sands | |
That I gathered | |
For nothing | |
Carve your name under my skin | |
The mark of the beast, the mark of the divine | |
Swallow my soul, swallow me whole | |
Consume my existence | |
I cut myself open | |
Bury you inside me | |
I pour the filth out | |
Bury you underneath | |
You reach from the depths | |
Hands around my throat, around my mind | |
Hold on tight | |
With a grip that devours my life | |
We have reached the point | |
Of inevitable solution | |
An ugly sight | |
Still our eyes are gazed on upon it | |
Then we act | |
Laughing |
The path grows wild behind me | |
Something stalking | |
Stalking around me | |
You have found me | |
I' ll break the hour glass | |
To free the sands | |
That I gathered | |
For nothing | |
Carve your name under my skin | |
The mark of the beast, the mark of the divine | |
Swallow my soul, swallow me whole | |
Consume my existence | |
I cut myself open | |
Bury you inside me | |
I pour the filth out | |
Bury you underneath | |
You reach from the depths | |
Hands around my throat, around my mind | |
Hold on tight | |
With a grip that devours my life | |
We have reached the point | |
Of inevitable solution | |
An ugly sight | |
Still our eyes are gazed on upon it | |
Then we act | |
Laughing |
The path grows wild behind me | |
Something stalking | |
Stalking around me | |
You have found me | |
I' ll break the hour glass | |
To free the sands | |
That I gathered | |
For nothing | |
Carve your name under my skin | |
The mark of the beast, the mark of the divine | |
Swallow my soul, swallow me whole | |
Consume my existence | |
I cut myself open | |
Bury you inside me | |
I pour the filth out | |
Bury you underneath | |
You reach from the depths | |
Hands around my throat, around my mind | |
Hold on tight | |
With a grip that devours my life | |
We have reached the point | |
Of inevitable solution | |
An ugly sight | |
Still our eyes are gazed on upon it | |
Then we act | |
Laughing |