Every Failure - Charon

Race, The evil haunts you

The night is through

And tomorrow loves to watch you die

The sin of godless, Trails to the scent of us

And you are drowned in the lust

The unknown, Grim and bleak

And this blight of life becomes a crimson strife

The sin of loveless caused by a need to escape

Escape to'

Every little pain that rains to black our skies

Every little pain you have ever faced will take you down

Every little pain that rains to black our skies

Every little pain you have ever embraced will haunt you

Haunt you like it’s part of you

Raise your head for the last time

This life is through no tomorrow to greet my wretched smile

The scorn of the godless, Born of a virgin whore

Escapes to'

Can’t bring desire

But you’ll feel the night

Can’t feed the fire that you are

The sweet delusion, Still you feel the night