Penta - Lord Of The Lost

Pointing downwards towards the stars

With a rythm unnatural

A union lost to the gun

The three in me, the two in you

To the slaughterhouse give peace and harmony

Just look but do not touch, come taste the mercury

I’m sleeping in my care, a liquid prisoner

Four limbs, one single head, thus we are circular, so…

Pain should not, should not be wasted

Pain should not, should not be wasted

Pain should not, should not be wasted

Pain should not, should not be wasted

Pain

Vulnerable when in reverse

The leather apron ripped to shreds

Nothing’s beautiful and everything is hurt

Undo the wounds add up in hideous winter lair

May the gentle work to the second rule

On a perfect scale change is radical, so…

Pain should not, should not be wasted

Pain should not, should not be wasted

Pain should not, should not be wasted

Pain should not, should not be wasted

Pain

To the slaughterhouse give peace and harmony

Just look but do not touch, come taste the mercury

I’m sleeping in my care, a liquid prisoner

Four limbs, one single head, thus we are circular

Pain should not, should not be wasted

Pain should not, should not be wasted

Pain should not, should not be wasted

Pain should not, should not be wasted

Nothing’s beautiful and everything is hurt

Undo the wounds add up in hideous winter lair

May the gentle work to the second rule

On a perfect scale change is radical