there's a weird spot in the amber
i saw an image which is not mine
i fear the noise of breaking bones
should i pray for an evil god
i found myself hurt in a dream
sacrifice and worms in these eyes
i hear the voice of cutting throats
a trembling hand drags me to oblivion
centuries of illusion, hero's sad fragile legs
this is my sacrifice
i'm monster of clay, and my half is going to die
for the people peeping and coming
sweet is pain like honey
i'm monster of tears
when tower of importance will gain the glory
for the people peeping and coming
never mind if it's for faith
deus vult why do i feel so much pain
deus vult there isn't god in my room
centuries of illusion, hero's sad fragile legs
when the tiredness blows away
the ricurrence of our possibilities, give me a reason.

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