Тексты песен «Summersend»
Summersend - Buried Near The Living Dead
I will watch your throne shatter and fall Leaving treads of blood imprinted around my throat Your hands will never be washed away And my fears never reduce in exhaustion Since the cold blood brought back the plague of...
Summersend - Final Goodbye
Descending from a past, slowly integration into future I can feel my Heart pound and race As if it were taking a last breath. unliving the entirety of life I Once dreamed and hoped for This will be my final good-bye (to...
Summersend - Flawless Seasons
Closing my eyes sealed to the floor I can feel my temptation burning Hated by one constructs my anger this is for my flawless season Binary blood flowing fast with my hands tied tightly behind me Facing my others in...
Summersend - Haunted Hollowed Graves
Held up along this tattered path Of your life and my death And bury the sense of neglect And recover this condemned ghost His book is covered in solid black To hide the feelings inside The silence is hidden in small...
Summersend - Headwound
Seems a million miles away inside this twisted mind That's warped in me the line advances into the onslaught In the end they may all be dead but me A bullet hits from the right side The tracers drop from hell reign down...
Summersend - Long Time Dead
The devils creation of a heartless soul Brought among us in familiar form To resurrect all forms of greed Hated to death, yet in control of all To pass in season is to die Killing every ounce of respect Bury all...
Summersend - Through My Blood
Blood splattered around the chamber like a shotgun suicide Expose my horrific ending without a tragic note Always cursed until this time I pulled the trigger With the bullet came happiness without shame My blood has...
Summersend - Victim
Devoured time with your story of fiction Caste into my flesh like a hook Through my lips that has kept me bonded And remained silent with stitches Keep me bounded by your wonders Tied up and gagged by your curse Caress...
Summersend - Walking The Night
My reflection is a skeptical fear of Bruising cuts as soft as a fresh gash Because these contridictions can be Like razors cutting down slow to end All of the apathy to cover my scars Covering all thoughts of conception...