Текст песни Seasons - Oppressor

Seasons

Eve of Mourn
Sickness forms… seasons
Beauty gone
Sadness spawns… seasons
Sorrow, in and out of the point of pain
Reborn, by the way of thoughts gained
Helpless, searching for the answer to death
Dying, waiting for the last breath
Deformed, deformed lives
Unspoken words of a worthless cause, lust is disguised
Forgotten ones scream in pain, lost in demise
Whispers carry through the winds, to hide their shattered lives
Wither and die
Deceived by the belief in hope
Bow down before the fate of all
Sea of bliss, wave of conscious all drowning
How could I be so blind