Текстове на песни: For The Love Of. Feasting On The Will Of Humanity. All Will Be Rid Of.

Sorrow.
Thinking of nothing else but this. Profess my still existent life.
All will be rid of.
I watch my wrists as blood pours out. You see my body on the ground. You're impart to my heart and I taste the blood that poured from the wrists of angels.
All will be rid of and you depict all my heart so I taste your tears of life. Where can i escape from always shot down. This sorrow drains away. Proliferate my tears - all is gone and will be rid of.
Sorrow