Versuri I Shalt Become - Labyrinthine

Album: I Shalt Become - Wanderings

As the words escaped your lips,
As a murder embraced your heart,
It passed on...

Left to question the deaths of the composers,
A child wonders of his own fate,
But angel and devil remain in dead sleep.

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