Sit down with me, drink from my crystal
My wine in silence..in melancholy
Outside it rains, Inside of me it rains
I cherish the music of a natural sound
This peace is a torment when hate devours
God washes my face giving me other tears
And I forced down my feline
To scratch on the veins
Just in those points
Where I pressed down the blade
In too many kinds of decadence
I'm refusing the fall
And my hate is simply
My last form of love
A moth at the window...is knocking on for disease
Searching the place to die... with dignity
Everyone innocently sleeps
But for us it's only surrender
All the time I've punished my mind
All the time I've cried invane
I need to pray 'cause I've nothing to lose
With my coscience on my palm
Reccomending my soul in your hands
When that moth dies in mine
Nekrosun - Litania Lyrics
Nekrosun - Litania Lyrics
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Sit down with me, drink from my crystal
My wine in silence..in melancholy
Outside it rains, Inside of me it rains
I cherish the music of a natural sound
This peace is a torment when hate devours
God washes my face giving me other tears
And I forced down my feline
To scratch on the veins
Just in those points
Where I pressed down the blade
In too many kinds of decadence
I'm refusing the fall
And my hate is simply
My last form of love
A moth at the window...is knocking on for disease
Searching the place to die... with dignity
Everyone innocently sleeps
But for us it's only surrender
All the time I've punished my mind
All the time I've cried invane
I need to pray 'cause I've nothing to lose
With my coscience on my palm
Reccomending my soul in your hands
When that moth dies in mine
My wine in silence..in melancholy
Outside it rains, Inside of me it rains
I cherish the music of a natural sound
This peace is a torment when hate devours
God washes my face giving me other tears
And I forced down my feline
To scratch on the veins
Just in those points
Where I pressed down the blade
In too many kinds of decadence
I'm refusing the fall
And my hate is simply
My last form of love
A moth at the window...is knocking on for disease
Searching the place to die... with dignity
Everyone innocently sleeps
But for us it's only surrender
All the time I've punished my mind
All the time I've cried invane
I need to pray 'cause I've nothing to lose
With my coscience on my palm
Reccomending my soul in your hands
When that moth dies in mine
Writer: Alberto Bernasconi
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid