Khronos

<br>Origin of time / the face of old flesh<br>Crumbles the earth / my feet and brain<br>Collapsing into measures / of nature`s killing liberty<br>Lights gone an empty house / should be filled of empty pain<br><br>The cold dark night becomes scary soon<br>In the light of a young moon<br><br>A thorn in my soul your face fade away<br>Awake like an owl for salvation I pray<br><br>And shining flames / burning the night sky<br>Until you / who walk among the liking<br>Touch the overbearing / fall on the crushed<br><br>In the light of a young moon<br>The cold dark night becomes scary soon<br>A thorn in my soul your face fade away<br>Awake like an owl for salvation I pray<br>He who sleeps in the embrace of not<br>Shall carry the thorns of carrion souls<br>He who rules the flesh of the pigs<br>With an oral smile shall pray on fools<br>Tough the overweening / fall on the crushed<br>Blind eyes of old light / pigs shall rule<br>The flesh of kings / devoured for six nights<br>The sky is empty set / a golden snake crumbles the earth<br><br>Her feet and brain / the face of old flesh<br>Like an empty light house / hiding the cold flesh<br>Snow is falling through / the living is gone<br>Then the memory / of old fear is upon<br>Rushes sordid through / winged black images<br>Who shall build / an empty sky<br>Same as the origin / of your face<br>Origin of time / origin of time