Illidiance - Let It Bleed

Pain says – Wake up, through splinters of the memories To find out the truth in broken glass Red drops , they glue the puzzle of my senses The morning sun will light my hands in blood All is going away as I gone insane, I fed my demons with the blood I’ve shed I am now entering the tragedy of my own killing nature When life is an error, it’s so meaningless to feel the regrets My own destination – world painted in red…Let it bleed I hunt , I creep about the pray behind you Addicted to the shredding – drug The overwrap one day becomes your sindon I’ll see you soon in body bag When life is an error, it’s so meaningless to feel the regrets My own destination – world painted in red…Let it bleed The sculptor of scarification, an artist with a blade instead of brush Abluted by the crimson rivers, I beg you to witness my art My scenes filled with red lined fibers, My drama of a last breath and delight The howling of a withering razors prepares you to join my art…. When life is an error, it’s so meaningless to feel the regrets My own destination – world painted in red…Let it bleed