Translation: Deathside. Without You Ds.
step inside the temple halls A wet fog like the breath Of a dragon is surrounding My body lifts me... away One thousand pallid deaths Inside these halls One thousand pallid deaths
'm not the one who cries Later it's you who feels pain Kill me once, kill me twice I'm not the one who dies My life is full of little deaths I will be
She's a slack one, born of greed Speaking endless words, long and empty A beggar who still wants to choose A dethroned queen still demands her due If
tell me glacier where you been and why your posture is so poor I hear the heats been coming in I see the sun is at your door small deaths come too
everything i have done is wrong waste the night and face the dawn everyone i have loved is gone everyone i have loved you there is nothing here for me
Bundled in my humble little plummet Numb enough to die those thousand deaths under the sun it makes me sick Chorus: I have died a thousand deaths,
On monday I took a flower Dried it in my hand Covered it in poison And I threw it on the land On wasted ground it tried to root But choked upon the sand
What I'd ask my fair Is to sort this world out So to get rid of you From this pity my self hold out What I'd your gald is To give you wisdom So to understand
Awful is all, awful like cookie Sour and ringing and lost to this world These are times, I should shut up about Iris and Oly, He didn't know how else
[Lyrics by T. Rios] With plastic face designs covered over a hell infested you Your fingerprints marked in blood Helpless to save you Useless to name
Als ich ein Junge war, schien alles noch so klar. Gut und schlecht, ja und nein, falsch und echt. Und die Wahrheit war rein und das Recht war gerecht.
Self-destruction towards the true enemy within, it's the only battle you can win. Other wars, you don't stand a chance. Turn the weapon and turn the cause
[Instrumental] [Music - Azagthoth]
(Instrumental)
Like ice, no life All soft Stunned by its beauty Coldness captures my mind Dreams will be experienced!! House of Pain, Sorrow Can not affect me, only
with lies searching (the) dream to find a cure Crust of scorn upon my rusted empty shell Playing life twisted sorry masquerade poisoned granted tiny deaths
'M NOT THE ONE WHO CRIES LATER IT'S YOU WHO FEELS PAIN KILL ME ONCE KILL ME TWICE I'M NOT THE ONE WHO DIES MY LIFE IS FULL OF LITTLE DEATHS I WILL
