Lyfthrasyr

My sins will be gone, nefariously in dawn
Suffering matyrdom as my own reward
Prospects forever beeing tongue-tied
The last wishes won't be denied
My legend breathes through sweet death that gratifies myself
Now paling grey skies, my revenge upon life
And knowing the raptures, that my soul discaptured
Possessed by fragments of decay
But fighting against me to delay
My legend breathes through sweet death that gratifies myself
Crawling in awful stealth to me
To ransack my poisoned soul for the key
Prospects forever beeing tongue-tied
The last wishes won't be denied
My legend breathes through sweet death that gratifies myself