Thanatos de Soap & Skin

Glaucoma on our eye
Plague to weather
Until they run dry

Ages of delirium, curse of my oblivion

I swell without a scar to end the time
A shell without a star at the end of time

Watch the bend of my wandering
Of hunting with the lightning gun

Tremor on my heaven son
Tares above my kingdom come

Torn open tomb
I fell in your cold fission bomb
I fell in your war

Ages of delirium, curse of my oblivion
Tremor on my heaven son
Tares above my kingdom come