Besedila:
Untoten The Look Of Blasphemie

I do not cry, I do not cry I'm in a world where no one survives a dreamfly with life, too unperfect files embracing the rats, deleting the pain painless

: I do not cry, I do not cry I'm in a world where no one survives a dreamfly with life, too unperfect files embracing the rats, deleting the pain painless

: But this is the light for a daydream The day on which i'm dying And when i miss you sometimes The moon gives me his shine My heart is cold and dying

: I comb my hair in the morningI comb my hair with a bloody scratchI caress my cat and cook the baby Witches Brew and it's alright The cat's going crazy