Predation LyricsDesolating this sanctuary will behold not, any vision
Lingering isolation is her key to salvation..
Sweetness, beith here too greatly
Averaged emotion roams freely
And thus beith the answer, ideally-
Make haste the waste to translation
For the vision prevents spiritual citation
Quantify your words, but set sail the mind within
Sanity is but a mythical lighthouse, or a bottle of gin..
Heed not my actions- but my words
For righteousness is possessed in these
Insidious and vivid statements of perpetual darkness
Countless thoughts may translate not - for a lasting shun would make mysеlf rot
