Crust – 03. A Blind Man in Darkness Stoic

Альбом Stoic в мрачных визуализациях A Blind Man in Darkness Stoic Be blessed and be curse the way our flesh dwells in the universe Lies cover everything like a shroud Truth has choked in atmosphere of deception Rivers of life carry souls You watch them from afar Darkness will reach them with its destroying hands of death They’re aware of it and live in fear You hear stillness of crestfallen hearts And words erased from memory by eternity Sometimes you see nothing but there’s nothing to see In pitch black darkness of delusions no fire to serve as a beacon Gruesome lands of tragedies emit fears Crowds sip venomous tears of broken hopes Taking vital decisions you draw a map of your life And shape yourself Going down the road of bloody misfortunes Troubles rip at your soul But you have to prevail By taking less travelled roads you obtain yourself Like every kingdom that falls and then rises from ruins A man must rebuilt himself with his own hands And walk tall Die and revive!