Letras y traducciones de Scar The Martyr

In the shade, darkened gaze, every color, its dismay Arid sky, it turns to grey, threshold of desertion. Crimson shards, take their shape, to infect each passageway Penetrate them into space, The

What a waste, deception hangs, In the balance, we create: Our only hope is the truth. A bitter fate, it satiates, primal and carnal, lost embrace Turns the innocence to ruin Answer to the call o