Letra da Música: Peeling Skin - Zatokrev

Young man's fate
A burden
His power fueled by fear

Eternal slave
With a trail of blood
Perfect bait for damned thoughts

Peeling the skin

Well known ghostdance
With no shape
Far away from his own needs

Lines are filled with
An unreal silence
Repression of pulse
Till the end

Steering dying flame
Black water entwines with a messenger of pain
Who leaves a sign