that I believe in It stretches over bone and smells like honey on the wind Oh so strange I can't remember Where the heartache ends and the fever ache
so far Concealed it lurks behind The truth of what we are The truth of what we are Come on Bring it down Each day a fevered circle Life looks upon
bombs around you? Coming home and falling on you Try, try, get it, try Try, try, try, try Fevered Got you fevered Got you fevered Got you fevered Fevered
shooting through my veins These heightened senses overwhelming My heart's been racing with my mind To the finish line of these fevered times These fevered
Forever denied What some seek in the depths of the unknown Need not be sought so far The truth of what we are Each day a fevered circle Life looks
my heart's been racing with my mind to the finish line of these fevered times struck down again this turbulence has overcome tranquility pounding the
[words: Barthold, music: Barthold, Selin] Marking this body of infancy Wounds - smiling my way Again emotions fail to exist The anguish of existence
[Instrumental]
Fordítás: Ámen. Lázas.
Fordítás: At The Gates. A lázas Kör.
Fordítás: Darkest Hour. Ezek a lázas Times.
Fordítás: Rakoth. Lázas.
Fordítás: A Stills. Lázas.
Fever. Got you fevered Going down on everything I wanted I'm sucking off anything diseased This that this and that this and that Bombing every fear I need Fever
Forever confined Shatter the souls of the seemingly hopeful Devour the dreams of the petulant mass Below, in the feverish threshold Below Unhearing
Bury me in the sky To leave the earth Be free of its failings Time does pass Yet humanity lays claim to An endless cycle Of self genocide Repulsed,
To once abhor, is to always abhor The deeds of those so needy To stand behind the ancient standards Of those the world has left behind World has left
