Blacked eyes and blood red skies, It's colour that you lack. Your malignant life, a malignant knife, That feasts upon our backs. From the shoulder
Blacked eyes and blood red skies, It's colour that you lack. Your malignant life, a malignant knife, That feasts upon our backs. From the shoulder blades
Translation: Adair. Vanity And Death (Their Faces Crumbled Away).