Ennocturned letra

At night comes howling
To take all strolling thoughts, to dream
To live in a realm that is fixed
Bordered by heartless heart

Wind is blowing

To hear the boldest statement
And see it turn completely untrue

Rotten to the marrow
Given hope, hollow

Her lips were wet with venomous poison able to
Open the gates of lust and hatred aimed at you

Struggle With God - Letras

• Celestial Bodies
• Ennocturned