This is the final moments of our last days
Release and cease, beating yourself into submission
With poisoned blood, the demon speaks
See how the wolves devour the weak
They will not inherit
Eyes closed but forced open. Bodies shaken awake
Inhale and cease, beating yourself into submission
No one holds us accounted
About I: The Weapon lyrics
Featured lyrics
Cult Of Luna – I: The Weapon Lyrics
from album:
Vertikal (2013)
