Peccatum - Between The Living And The Dead lyrics

rate me

It grew from air

With a leaf's despair

Left behind deadline

The language of sanity rejected

In faith and for no visible purpose

Seeking further;

Seeking further

Into the pit named a soul

This subtle call

This seduction

This mind game

Is preparing your fall

Thoughts transformed

Into whispering voices

Alluring you to cross the border

Where no return alone

Can manage to get you home

This naked scenery;

Arms grasping for your throat

Yet, you dance and fade