Infection - Elvenking

For all the ones who seek their dawn

My wrath I breed, my wrath I spawn

Behind a crooked cross they hide

Forever I shall be their bride

Amidst this fog my body twitches with the wolves growl

A snuff utopia for the soul

Wake up!

emerging from this cruel poetry

The real nightmare is the prison called reality

I have seen to much waste of lives being thrown into the fire

No way I’m gonna set you free

You come to me with a piece of your shadow pretending to see

Sown in my flesh the seed of your hatreds infecting me

Dark embrace, cold embrace, sweet embrace unfolding

Seeking for the end not written in your destiny

This is not the cure and now I spill I spill on your deception

Back to old «hill life sanitarium"I go

My home — my life — the only place I know

No mirror holding the reflection of the emotions I feel

And puppets hanging from the walls I see

You come to me with a piece of your shadow pretending to see

Sown in my flesh the seed of your hatreds infecting me

Dark embrace, cold embrace, sweet embrace unfolding

Seeking for the end not written in your destiny

This is not the cure and now I spill I spill on your infection

I spill on your deception

I spill on your infection

Sown in my fresh the seed of your hatreds infecting me