Testo Chaos Spectacle The Wounded
Oh night deceive the day with your fabulous whores.
Donât leave us here for one day more.
Send me your greatest sons of war.
To bury me.
As I dreamed of a world forever dark,
And cityâs burn through brutal wars.
Where our gods turned out the evening light.
And forever banished us.
On this stage where they hung our beloved pride.
Where the faces of morality have died.
A hall where sons of harlots dance.
On hallowed songs.
You can sing your tunes and hymns of war.
Spread the hate and connect the pain.
As we will sever it again
As I walk through the valley of life and death,
Itâs only one thing that I regret,
Itâs the way that the gods have left us all.
Left strandedâ¦
There is nothing here but pain and hate,
And a little spark that we call god,
But itâs just for keeping us from not going under