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• Artiste: Apostisy
• Titre: Dance Of The Dead
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Fast from truth, to disguise your face Accustomed to another blinded maze Soil the sickness with material hate And forget the reason that Appointed today Awaken to the crimson thorn in your side Every footstep marks the tears they cried Invoked by the smiles at a Sunday feast Weakens each mile that's Been forced to climb Swimming through the ashes Of dense betrayal This december is a prayer in hell Transformation has drowned itself Your silence overwhelms irrelevance A visual awareness to the sadness within The reverie seconds the pallets of faith Drown by the shame Crawling under your skin As a prelude to existence guides you away An invasion of design A master piece of time A passionate crime Dying in the light In turn my season shall change By the light of my reasons exchanged Humiliation gives meaning to shame A terminal dignity, for what's insane Cancel the side show, no applause needed The hassle to find, the tragedy bleeding Another excuse to destroy the act To retrieve a friend Loyalty seems to bring apology With a good heart, now withering away Self indulgence never concealed my face Until the moment that I fell from... grace An angel of malice screams for release Into the center of lust, and peace No longer shall I fell defeat No longer will I seduce that dream