Rotting Christ - Between Times
текст песни

The drums of time have stopped
The ecstatic quietude
Sucks up every fear
And every desire

Illuisons of the moment
Featureless figures
Intensified feelings
I'm running behind my shadow

In this vastness
I can feel your presence
I cannot understand
Your misleading words

Inconceivable beauty
Sweet melody
Forgotten senses
Are walking up

Dark in the dark
Always and never
This is the time
Of total purification

Lost in thought
Trying to touch
The perfect moment
But the clock strikes again