KorovaKill - Waterhells Lyrics
No Sails to be hoist in the Morning,No Way - just empty Horizons.And deaf is all Noise in the cold Spray,But loud tears what comes in Mind...tears what comes in Mind.Slow rot all earthly ShellsEmbrace a thousand HellsAlone in a Pit with the Demons,Engreased by festering Grotesque,Immured every Limb without MovementLong Nights 'till suddenly SmokeLasers light-'till Fires for the Count's Rise blaze bright