Mors Principium Est - Inhumanity

Again we're on the line and this time i feel the day is not mine Touch gently on the surface or crash like hell I won't be sacrifised I let the hours wear my heart I leave the others to impale nightly moon and when I hear the call crying loud I just turn and turn and run away Impleasent all the way still a form of life tradition yet remains and when its starts to rain I seek for shelter and blow my storm away I let the hours wear my heart I leave the others to impale nightly moon and when I hear the call crying loud I just turn and turn and run away