Texty: Soul Embraced. This Is My Blood. The Cold Stares Of Dead Eyes.

There's nothing behind your eyes
The windows to the soul
What's beneath your skin
A dead heart still beating

The cold stare of dead eyes
A look into demise
Within decay you rest
In pain and emptiness

Do you wish for more inside
Than this broken life?
Do you hate what's within me
And what I feel for you?

The cold stare of dead eyes
A look into demise
Within decay you rest
In pain and emptiness