Surge...
Forms in the abstract
Holes and faces on the moon
Spinning Devil's Angel
All around you
We crossed the fields scratches
Scars and blood join
Creatures ‘round the heart-land
Surround your tears too
Facing...
Just in your back
So many mirrors and thousand faces
Show us the way
That we get cross through
Fields in pain
Full of souls
And the unreal...
Is reality...
Surge...
Forms in the abstract
Holes and faces on the moon
Spinning Devil's Angel
Just around you
What wasn't real
Is innocence
And the unreal
Or reality...
And souls…
Are burning
All this pain don't compare
With the evil sight
Beware!
Persecuted by wraiths
They are the obilivion
You're the next soul
Next soul to burn
And souls are BURNING
And souls are BURNING
And souls are BURNING

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