Feel no void, peace of men

Fall into traps of them

Holding down, hope into

Rise above falling down

Feast of grace, calling to

Moments rise fall into

Calling daze, wandering to

Peace of night falling down

Diseases of loving is nothing but everyone hates

Diseases of loving is nothing but everyone leaving now

Rolling ground, broke in two

Feel no love follow you

Panic state, reason clear

Distant stare place of fear

Memory serves, in the night

Flatline plate oversight

Bastard son, from the ring

Rise above angels sing

Diseases of loving is nothing but everyone hates

Diseases of loving is nothing but everyone leaving now

Best to stay, for the fight

Demons play in their beds

Walk that line, walk that way

Angels pass on from that day

Super sight, from the dawn

Clouds appear heavy song

Master calls, loading in

Peace of night falling down

Diseases of loving is nothing but everyone hates

Diseases of loving is nothing but everyone leaving now