Texty piesní Blood Has Been Shed

Blood Has Been Shed

En Sabah Nur

never-ending

this barren land is never-ending

never-ending

when will this season of bloodloss end?

hope falls through the holes in my hands

every hour is a shackle I curse my captor

every divinity has forsaken me

I curse my birth I curse this life

I worship the God of slumber

for death and sleep walk hand in hand

these eyes will never lie