The Secret Song At The Center Of The World Songtext
von Old Wounds

The suffering spirit, the burning of my flesh
I reach within, but within the coil lies only sin
Possession takes hold, as obsessions unfold

The few who know the hunger escape the light
The few who seek the power feed off the night
The few who know the hunger escape the light
The few who seek the power feed off the night


Within these eyes, a calm so sincere
Beneath the chest a heart so bleak
I′ve become a slave to the dark
A rattle against your bedroom door

A reminder that you're obsolete
A reminder that you′re obsolete
To rid yourself of disgrace
Give up your body, become the wraith