Текст песни Sanctifica - Epitaph
Sanctifica - Epitaph слова песни
Await my breaththe colours blend to extractnutritionfrom black and whiteAnd off we gointo the colour saturated part of youcount me inthe fraud you`re planningNow the peasant lies stillfor he knows the lotknows why and when and whom to blameSet the controls for pleasant dreamsspeak the liars tongueto wake the ancient godsSet the controls for higher groundsTrust me to fetter my thoughtsCount me inThat epitaphmet my eye through the wildernessnow the crescent lies stillfor it covers the lotsweet saturationwhen colours leave no space to fillI dare you, count me incount me in the fraud you`re planningThat epitaphmet my eye through the wildernessas a monument of that fraudcolours leave the spaces in shades of greyand those salty tastesthat labels the dissidentsMorning mistone freezing night awaits your deathsalty tastelures that child to lickthat child lies still for it knows the lotFinal solution for the colourlessand I`m offI`ll count you all inThat epitaphone freezing night awaits your deathcolours spawned by dustrecall the saltier taste of hate