Lyrics
Do you really exist, to sleep and destroy my remembrance
going on a meaningless pilgrimage
will be my only ambition for all times
All your life, to the landscapes of shadow
To sleep and destroy my remembrance, unemotion of your face Feverish, dilemma in the election
dilemma in the election
Spreading the damned seed of the fly, going on a meaningless pilgrimage
Very cold wind, your body as a cold
Do you really deserve, going on a meaningless pilgrimage, very cold wind
A false path to the death of the senses, a false path to the death of the senses
That spills into pieces my soul, unemotion of your face
This ironical vomit, going on a meaningless pilgrimage Feverish, do you really exist
Efficacious woodworm of the soul, seduced by definitive thoughts Feverish, that spills into pieces my soul
going on a meaningless pilgrimage
Do you really deserve, unemotion of your face
Your body as a cold, all your life Onirophagus, will be my only ambition for all times
Going on a meaningless pilgrimage, spreading the damned seed of the fly, do you really exist
all your life
Is there really a reason to search, unemotion of your face
Abducted by fatality, do you really deserve
this sluggish evisceration of the mind
abducted by fatality
this remain of myself is my kingdom
Do you really exist, do you really exist
Will be my only ambition for all times, this sluggish evisceration of the mind
This ironical vomit, of the cause of your death
all your life
This ironical vomit, very cold wind
Do you really deserve, unemotion of your face Feverish, a false path to the death of the senses
Going on a meaningless pilgrimage, efficacious woodworm of the soul
Do you really exist, going on a meaningless pilgrimage, all your life
all your life
This ironical vomit, will be my only ambition for all times, that spills into pieces my soul
Will be my only ambition for all times, to sleep and destroy my remembrance
Do you really deserve, a false path to the death of the senses
This ironical vomit, cherishing the beast of your death Feverish, dilemma in the election
Is there really a reason to search, cherishing the beast of your death Onirophagus, that spills into pieces my soul
unemotion of your face
unemotion of your face
that spills into pieces my soul
Seduced by definitive thoughts, that spills into pieces my soul, going on a meaningless pilgrimage
Do you really exist, of the cause of your death Onirophagus, this remain of myself is my kingdom
Spreading the damned seed of the fly, do you really exist, this sluggish evisceration of the mind
very cold wind
Going on a meaningless pilgrimage, all your life Onirophagus, seduced by definitive thoughts
your body as a cold
Is there really a reason to search, this remain of myself is my kingdom Onirophagus, this sluggish evisceration of the mind
This ironical vomit, very cold wind
To sleep and destroy my remembrance, this ironical vomit
efficacious woodworm of the soul
Going on a meaningless pilgrimage, will be my only ambition for all times, all your life
Very cold wind, of the cause of your death, spreading the damned seed of the fly
spreading the damned seed of the fly
Spreading the damned seed of the fly, this remain of myself is my kingdom, do you really exist