Text Písně: Blind Light - Ingrowing

Perverted gleams of waning Moon
Cut mystic motives in bleeding clouds out
Beauty of laces is crushed into dust of phoenixes
Clinging to inspirating shapes of snow flakes

There´s no sky ... Blid Light
There´s no love ... Blind Light

Masquerade of dying stars´sorrow
In chapped bark of winter trees in zenith
It´s mere play in the edge between worlds only
Worlds, which are diffused into stones of eternal megaliths

There´s no love ... Blind Light
There´s no rules ... Blind Light

Silent whispers of silver blind light´s beams
In our parched skulls awake sonic implosions
Of desperate soft hate of broken human race
Kneeling in ominous sands of ruinous Time

Další písničky hudební skupiny Ingrowing:

Ingrowing - Fight Might Be Right
Ingrowing - Revolting Waste - Fuck the Hoax
Ingrowing - CyClone
Ingrowing - Ionized Fluid Being
Ingrowing - Mind Drillers

Předchozí písničky hudební skupiny Ingrowing:

Ingrowing - Life Stealth
Ingrowing - Nanopunctures
Ingrowing - New Flesh to Cultivate
Ingrowing - Shapeshifting / Unidentification
Ingrowing - Ground Subzero