Текст песни Deadly Carnage - Night Was The End

You see me being free
A spark in a funeral mist
Dead turf, an island of the earth
Floating away, carrying my last words

Everything’s more
Unborn freak of a whore
Scars and a caress
My sight’s torn apart
As I watch you bury your heart
What can the pyre do to ourselves?

Dust is whirling around me and I see
Constructing an epitaph to my soul
My thoughts rest in a hole

Where do you go with your art?
Your lips are cracking and tears turn to scars!
Your bed waits your sickness of time