Fear gaze upon this town of clowns
Faded black and white, grey colored
Strict faces staring at the clouds
Fed by sorrow and dishonor
As the cold touches the faces
No recognition
How we break the ice beneath
Cause we are vultures
Ripping our own flesh
No ears, no eyes to hear, to see
Ignore my presence
Cast me out of your cyrcles
Iím loosing the essence
Of participation
Fear gaze upon the city of hatred
Faded black and white, dead morals
Against the current, iím alone and defeated
Deaf ears wonít listen to my prayers
No, They wonít listen to my prayers
Honest spiritís cruel invaders
VETUS
No holy rays on the inhabitants of hell
Slow nights, rapid shadows consume my affection
Blinking glances like a doe in the headlight
Steal the fortune of the dire fate
No visions of glory leading forward
Weíre made of flesh, objects of loathing
And as the cold touches the faces
No recognition that we broke the ice beneath
Ignore my presence
Cast me out of your cyrcles
Iím loosing the essence
Of participation
