Chertograd - Deathstars

10.000 needles of light

Pin the drugs of last night

Kill the cigarette now sleep

Let the wolves upon the sheep

The wings of the world move slow in this hall

And the hunger of hope it starts to starve

God of Chertograd

Lick the sounds that bleed from his mouth

God of Chertograd

Rip the heavens with the horns of the south

How strong the weakness is

Exhale you fail to resist

Shut the blinds, and rewind

Let the ghost into your mind

The wings of the world move slow in this hall

And the hunger of hope it starts to starve