Текст песни Septic Flesh - Behind The Iron Mask
Septic Flesh - Behind The Iron Mask слова песни
(Music : Sotiris/Spiros, Lyrics : Sotiris)In an empty room eyes without a face.They are stirring other images,glimpses of a distant life,of a gone life.The hands cannot identify the faceBehind the Iron MaskDim is within on the plane of the minda kneeled spirit under the boot of fearcleansed with torturetraped in purity by the whip.Daggers from sound penetrateresistance behind each one,a Holy inquisitor.Mouths reveal the presence ofhaunted beings unworthy to be said alive.Open the windowRelease the spirit from this empty bodyBehind the Iron MaskDraining pleasures from mental woundsa need opposed to false excusesunveils the greatest beast.