Song written by Elchgetuem in 10/16
Look at the house of the witch
Which has an itching nose
She is so proud, having digged
This ditch cursed with a rose
I was her doctor
I am her protector
Forevermore (I) have no choice
Metamorphosed predator
For the core of eventide
I Am Not Blind
Chains are aching around my throat
Horns are rising from my head above
Lining my mind
Losing mankind
Growth is tearing my skin and coats
Me with fur I looked like a zombie-goat
Lining my mind
Losing mankind
Oversized
And mystified
Mutated experiments
That I am one is what I guess
Exhausted Commemoration
And so I lost all my denotations
A flare of thought
I´m not free, not meant to be
My wishes´ll stay fantasy
Can´t pay the fee she sets falls due
(It´s) strictly endless minus two
I Am Not Blind
Chains are aching…