In Words Of Desperation

These shades of gray are the essence of night. 
They're the defenition, I'll make your life. 
Darkness and fright... your last cry. 
Withstand my deadly grip. 

Survivor of tyrants... 
survivor of emptyness... 
survivor of lies. 
Your sold will die for me. 

I'll take your wildest dreams. 
I'll take your everything. 
I'll be your ressurection, your annihilation. 
I feel the day has come, it's come... for the end to rise. 
One pain, one sin, one humilation for this degradation. 

We march in darkness... in desperation... in vital creation. 

Son... burn my eyes, wake me from the dead. 
Eternal whirlwind of sorrow. 
I faced your hate and found nothing to repair the emptyness in you. 

This life you want so much, this hollow sky that rots. 
This world will swallow you whole and spit you out so cold. 
Leaving you with nothing serene and nothing to die for. 
Break the cycle of wanting all that is out of reach. 

You want this far too much, temptation's endless trap, for a dying breed. 

These shades of gray are the essence of night. 
They're the defenition, I'll make your life. 
Darkness and fright... your last cry. 
Withstand my deadly grip. 

Survivor of tyrants... 
survivor of emptyness... 
survivor of lies. 
Your sold will die for me. 

In words of desperation 
your cries are never heard. 
In words of desperation 
you sell your spirit to me.