From painted lips, words are spoken
take them to their rightful place
with this collar of german silver
to the carnival of decay, of decay.
Nervous hands with nervous fingers
dare to make a sound
Illuminate us, river of spirits
corpses shining down, shining down.
| 1 | Nervous Hands |
| 2 | Scatter the Scars |
| More Albums | |
| 1 | Scatter the Scars |
| 2 | Perfume |
| 3 | Their Body |
| 4 | Blood Red Moon |
| 5 | A Manifestation of Time |
| 6 | This is Transcendence |
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