Ram-Zet

And our father will try again
to reach our bleeding hearts
Whithin sub minds are fragments
of a never ending war
Despite the sorrow
and the loss of reason
His sickened soul will try to touch us
one more time
We are the messenders of
disbelief and loss
Don't even try to hesitate
I am the serpent from the other side
I offer the pure and dreadful sins
No future just ths moment yet to live
I am the unpredictable glory