Crimson Born Songtext
von Torian

Holding on to the privilege of the strong
To the one who claims the knowledge and the clue
Heading for the day when the clouds will drift away
And the finger in the sky will point at you

Face-down redemption
Say your prayer and take still in return


Fly to the ceiling, words with no meaning
Crimson born
Cast out the sense of secular feelings
Our need as the answer of it all... seek deliverance

Sending strength, you're set afire as revenge
Try so hard to miss the reason, true believer
Common sense to hell, praise all the ghosts inside your shell
And the hangman in the sky is waiting just for you

Face-down regression
Say your prayer in the night and take still in return