[Lyrics: Pär Johansson]
After all my efforts to rid the demons away
Since learning by science where to address God
By doing the good deed and being the bitter spice
Knowing the meaning of a heaven and a hell
We are void
Spiral or circulating
Static in His cold shivers
The will is but a scattered piece
In a all too great scenery
No one thing matters more than one another
Chaos ever on for eternities to pass
Mankind is but a monstrous mischief of the great show
Nothing greater, nothing smaller, but all things wholer
We are void
Spiral or circulating
Static in His cold shivers
The will is but a scattered piece
In a all too great scenery
Satariel - The Freedom Fall Lyrics
Satariel - The Freedom Fall Lyrics
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[Lyrics: Pär Johansson]
After all my efforts to rid the demons away
Since learning by science where to address God
By doing the good deed and being the bitter spice
Knowing the meaning of a heaven and a hell
We are void
Spiral or circulating
Static in His cold shivers
The will is but a scattered piece
In a all too great scenery
No one thing matters more than one another
Chaos ever on for eternities to pass
Mankind is but a monstrous mischief of the great show
Nothing greater, nothing smaller, but all things wholer
We are void
Spiral or circulating
Static in His cold shivers
The will is but a scattered piece
In a all too great scenery
After all my efforts to rid the demons away
Since learning by science where to address God
By doing the good deed and being the bitter spice
Knowing the meaning of a heaven and a hell
We are void
Spiral or circulating
Static in His cold shivers
The will is but a scattered piece
In a all too great scenery
No one thing matters more than one another
Chaos ever on for eternities to pass
Mankind is but a monstrous mischief of the great show
Nothing greater, nothing smaller, but all things wholer
We are void
Spiral or circulating
Static in His cold shivers
The will is but a scattered piece
In a all too great scenery