Colour letra

Colour

Medusa sits
36 puntcures away
a mere skeleton
Accosting me, haunting me, poisoning herself,
herself

The colour that fades, with the loss of
innosence, need be, regained, to show,
true form

Beautiful and serine when omitting the
blood-stained stream, from which my heart
beats and history repeats.

Right, now

To prevent atrophy tonight, or we
shall fade into the sky with the bile
that will soon dissipate into our sky

What started serine, like translusecent water
shineing in the sun corrupted with bother

I wish it would rain

Now my blood runs red,
Dripping from your needle
like the rain that falls
from your wounded steeple

Abdicate - Letras

• Colour
• Decent of a Once Benevolent Empire
• Malevolent Undertow Rising
• Motsuk
• Sunrise
• Visons of Eternal Winter