Who's carrying the torch
That will enlight this dark mess?
The lessons of history are not learnt without pain.
Some act, some prophetize.
The looks of empathy hide filthy perfidy
Corpses are piling up
In the name of the Void.
Pointing fingers at me.
That will enlight this dark mess?
The lessons of history are not learnt without pain.
Some act, some prophetize.
The looks of empathy hide filthy perfidy
Corpses are piling up
In the name of the Void.
Pointing fingers at me.