1760 - Liquid Graveyard

So ungrateful yet so mute and fragile

Walking anxious young cruel

And unconsciously vile

No trespassing downstairs you’ll find

The forbidden haven of the ostracized

From where we’re all analyzed

With putrid lips

We as dead as they wise

Unpretty girl was brought up amongst beauty

Wealth will always heal the wounds

For your father’s sins

Not a charm in your heart and still

Power brought the one

And you will fucking procreate!

«You've all lost, now the world is mine» said she

So proud and condemned to be undesired

She is the queen of rats

Whilsts we’re all drowning

Into 1760 torments

To build up the hate, to dry out the hopes

1760 torments

To build up the hate, to dry out the hopes

Into 1760 torments

To build up the hate, to dry out the hopes

1760 torments

To build up the hate, to dry out the hopes

Spirits' sweet self-destruction

Down to my guts, they dry up my hopes

Spirits' sweet self-destruction

Down to my guts, they dry up my hopes

Spirits' sweet self-destruction

Down to my guts, they dry up my hopes

Spirits' sweet self-destruction

Down to my guts, they dry up my hopes