歌词
This trail is obsidian, the grip of winter uncoiled
A lover would follow me, cast down and sworn to the dark
Take the road where devils speak
"God is dead"
God is dead
♪
The wealth of darkness inside you, telling you "now"
Your senses corrupted, controlling a poisonous will
Take the road where devils speak
"God is dead"
God is dead
♪
In the corner of my eye
Tearing flesh from bone
♪
Led the blind in search to find
A pathway to the sun
Saw the signs intertwine
Forgave me of all my sins
Why?
Why?
No stigmas revealing our vices
And there are no stigmas revealing our vices
♪
God is dead
God is dead