Carrying Icons Lyrics

See how black ideas are and how rough is the skin.
Bleeding eyes.
Blazing hands.
Sculpting thoughts, carrying icons.
Death in his veins.
Gold on his skin.
Teeth are sharpening and bodies are falling.
Dead never cry, they just fade away.
Cross never lies, just sleep and pray.
There is no fate.
There is no voice, there is no way.
The faded memories sing hangman's praises.
Dead never cry, they just fade away.
Cross never lies.
Just sing and pray.
Praise to the gold.
Praise to the blood.
Here is the grave where failed hearts pass away.
Here is the grave where nailed hearts pass away.