OnFire - The History Of a Bad Angel Тексты

I was rotting for centuries
Finally it's time to reappear
I was trapped for a thousand years
Waiting for my dear
Awaiting my dear

But she was already dead
I walked the entire world
Seeking revenge
And god punished me

There was no forgiveness
So I offered an apple
The first perfection
And had what I deserved
Legends and fictions
About my name

All over the world
Scaring even the strongest of men
Even those who said they were sages
And who feared his fate

I am made of fire
The god of darkness
Walking among mortals
To satisfy my bloodlust
And death
And my dear death

I am made of lies
To scare children and peasants

I'm made of blood
That runs your veins
And goes up to your imagination

I'm an immortal folklore
Taking money from believers
Corrupting minds insane
And blind

I am made of legends
Run around the world
In the shape of damn
While fools fall
I am made of lies