Music and lyrics by Erhan Hazırol.
Immortal
All dark spirits from alone
A smell, coming from the deepness
You are scratching with silver hands
Dark cloud... is eyes growing
Look!... End the black hole in the eye
Try is plucking, all skin just a pollen
Amount the brushes of a life
Now I needed, all pleasure in this death!
Simply see... when ashing with a fall
Not there's us...nothing it anymore...
Do you realized? that he died... all was in just a dream...
I have always gonna been burned out...
Number 9 in the light of day now...
