Pagan Lorn Unborn текст песни, слова песни Unborn Pagan Lorn
Pagan Lorn - Unborn
I drift into uncertainty
I have never been prepared
After the second
But real birth
Came self-reproach
Perception
Followed by frivolous sins
After the first coining came emptiness
Becoming a part of I
The thinking
The question what for
Why should someone go on
Falling in every grave
Digged by the ones
Who are not yet
Existence covers a lonely mind
Dirt under pressure explodes
And surrounds a mind
Becomes an acting
I cannot recognize my words
Because life is deranging me
Mindsucking from me
Life is no sensation at all
Got to redeem myself
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