Il testo della Ash of thousands dead

I hear crawling in the other room, what i see shouldnt exist
In an ancient town burns ash, ash of thousands dead
Insanity doesnt exist here, nightmares are constant reality
Ancient religion; cult of fools

Its destiny, birthing of a god, its destiny, buried in the fog
Its destiny, birthing of a god, its destiny, buried in the fog

Familiar faces, familiar voices; face of a girl as pale as a ghost
Look in the mirror, see the veins; halls of hells hallucinations

Its destiny, birthing of a god, its destiny, buried in the fog
Its destiny, birthing of a god, its destiny, buried in the fog