The Suffering Angel - Third Realm

the winter frozen like the past

enduring youth is meant to last

we walk along the edge, of shadows to unwind

the agony of living always on our minds

this lust becomes disgust, the serpent brought the wine, there’s beauty in the

death of what was never mine, no longer can we fear, no longer can we love,

a desperate cry for help from some holy God above, look forward to an end,

an end that never comes, transforming into something we don’t want to become

the winter frozen like the past

enduring youth is meant to last

the cradle robbed of human life

stigmatized by treason’s knife

we want to bless the dead, for our eternal crimes

why can’t we sleep forever, we have done our time

the blood becomes the flood, it stains our crooked thoughts, a constant

draining feeling of a life long lost

the winter frozen like the past

enduring youth is meant to last

the cradle robbed of human life

stigmatized by treason’s knife

metal to metal, like ashes to ashes, yeah

sleeping, no sunlight, we live by the masters grave

burning, yes burning, nocturnal we hide away

never, have felt so alive in the night we prey