Besedila: Cannae. Black Flowers.

Handed black flowers
Lined with dead moss
They release the pungent stench of disease
Scorched by the sun
Decayed to ashes
Animated sleeves of despair

But with each chapter
We learn much more
But it brings us closer to the end

Edge burned photos
They show the past
Seven deadly sins hold their purpose
Just lives to breed
Summary of a virus
Running rampant through the races

Encased in glass
Each breath you take
It brings us closer to the end

Flirting with the hands
That holds disaster

The scales now have turned
Underneath the facade
That makes you gorgeous
You host the death of thousands

Die extreme lines of
Execution through skinless torture
Prosthetic love

Enlist love human
Dressed up with roses
Obey the stars

Seven deadly sins
Lust lives to breed
Summary of a virus
Lust lives to breed