Morgoth - Travel lyrics

rate me

pine away in this cold box

penumbra passing by

this rookery of undead souls

romanticize the truth

save me from what is left to be

the tartness of my death

save me from what is left behind

the underground excess

select more bodies for this game

unconscious they will be

dedication of this life

the tourist will be in your mind

minds are lost in

counterclaims of insanity

death unfolds his wings

despicable agony

your first self

forever gone

now respect the last words

you said

frozen into this adorable block

structure of mind decays

still waiting for a new life

to use more morbid ways

twisted, that limbs of

this passed life away

cut the strings of death

to stridency

born into a new world

filled with death

now you can't escape you

have to rest