Dark Millennium - Inside The Sunburnt Thoughts Of Frost Lyrics
The deed is not the sin but the thought.Slide in the aesthetics of the tempting whiteTrapped beneath the laughter, insanity in disguise.Eyes controlling hands craving life - Reality.Infection injects injunction in the brains orientation...Herdsman, hear the call of the wolvesDesultory smile of a blood-spitting mouthHeterodoxy of a wizard's creation pray to the sands.Have we fructified the frost with the pride?We have failed.We have played with the totem of gods.Have we scented?I wonder why IWonderStill my "guilty"Lets me knowI am left.Left to leave.Give me disease; paranoia lives within my soul.Grotesque gentility; from the depths of isolation......Comes the speech of the tunnel's exit - Devilish.Honesty; my only wish.Masses of pus overcome my mind and... grin.They grin.Discerning the fascination of a wound.They grin.Formed from the mornings and the sin.Hiding in the shadows of the sun....And grin.Sheets of ice cover the natureAnd the fires freeze to dust.Antarctic dreams, hieroglyphicsScrawled into the sky. No wrathWithin my heart I know my faultI won't survive the lossAnd the paroxysm leads me intoTheSunburnt thoughts of frost...
