Twinrova - Defiler

Drowning in the bay of nightmares

Bleeding the dreams of the moribund

I am byzantine nothingness

The silhouette king

Subordinate construct tombs

For when you wrest the life from my chest

And she said

«I promise the moon that we’ll make it back

And we will sleep safely tonight.»

But what happens when we take a wrong turn

And end up stranded?

Stranded, nothing to see for miles

Does this mean you lied?

Or does this prove my ambivalence?

Stranded, abandoned, lost

Because nothing you promised

Is here to keep me alive anymore

Stranded, abandoned, lost