Lletres:
Psyclon Nine

We are the sons of perdition we are the daughters of hate we are the soulless, the fallen we are the fire and flame [we the fallen are the fire, we the

Never again the smell of smoke it fills your lungs never again choking on the fear of darkness falls never to be held, never to be free never hear what

We're just like the flowers when our hearts are eclipsed we will wilt in the shadow watch us blackened our own eyes so we'll never have to see the truth

We are sitting on the throne of contamination dead, dying, diseased, hid in the shadow under the crown of silence and ruination never you mind, just find

This is the end : the malice sealed with a kiss of bitterness from the mouths defiled spoiled within the lifeless populace poisoning by way of rapturous

Am i just a dream in a holocaust mind? peering through black holes of thorazine eyes face crowned with scar mouth graced with lie feed on the dead if

Suffered a legion of blood and despair Naked and twisted scratching in this empty skin Perverse and destroyed A forgery of what used to be Drowning in

Crowned with deception and holocaust eyes speaking through fear and exalting the light doctrine of blackness becoming as lie carnality as disease is denied

Transcending life through sleeps decree This I wear shall taste debris Through rancor find serenity Visceral holocaust to see Insipid dreams were flowing