The Damned Womb of Paris

Grey heavy arches will swallow the pace,
Enemies breathing inside this dark place.
Sweet rotten whispers consume every wall,
Watching the pride and the dignity fall.
Faces concealed in the gloom of the street,
Echoes of strikes and the dragging of feet.



Припев
The damned belly of Paris tonight,
Dragging us down from the edges of light.
Crypts of desire and cold empty eyes,
Bleeding black tears through the web of lies.
Shadows are dancing on glass in the gloom,
We are dissolving inside of this room.


Weight of the bodies abandoned and torn,
Someone was searching before they were born.
Trembling dark granite beneath every shoe,
Everyone's dead, and I'm dying here too.
Piercing cold shivers go deep to the bone,
No sign of mercy, we suffer alone.


Arches will close,
Truth is below,
Gods of the shadows,
The only we know.
Sweetest of pain
Flows like a stream,
This is our hell,
This is our dream.

Припев
The damned belly of Paris tonight,
Dragging us down from the edges of light.
Crypts of desire and cold empty eyes,
Bleeding black tears through the web of lies.
Shadows are dancing on glass in the gloom,
We are dissolving inside of this room.


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