Songtexte:
Quiche Qualm

: A brief introduction to a moshing little rock 'n' roll fan. Her skin was pale, like the back of an old mans hand. What was clear to see, was her individuality

: Now as the nails brake through my palms Leave me orphaned soul Tear your earthly chains Rise up from your carnal gaul Mistrustful as a wounded beast

A brief introduction to a moshing little rock 'n' roll fan. Her skin was pale, like the back of an old mans hand. What was clear to see, was her individuality

Silence Gather around me Quiet down and stand in line Will you force me with your ruthless stare Come kill your shepherd with a scornful smile Silence

A brief introduction to a moshing little rock 'n' roll fan. Her skin was pale, like the back of an old mans hand. What was clear to see, was her individuality

: Awakened Dishonored and mislead Worse than our bodies our souls bled Phanthasmal thoughts blend with hurtful memories Ascending fog that leads us

: A brief introduction to a moshing little rock 'n' roll fan. Her skin was pale, like the back of an old mans hand. What was clear to see, was her individuality

: Gone Is the early blossom Along with all those springs That you have missed And noone will ever pay For your pain All needlessly taken Force yourself