Son Of The Tongue's Prison letra

Il faut tuer les passions
Please take me with you in your lap
I need to lost sight
I'm not a saint but I need to castrate myself

Eyes create illusions, genitals create false idols
Knives in the hands, no stitches, no tears-eating face
You've got to kill passions
Sorrow and joy

Blood and milk
Tired of chasing your shadows
Please admit me into your womb again
Pulled in front of our audience

Bisogna Uccidere Le Passioni
Curtain's closing, lights off
Applause

Hierophant - Letras

• Alienazione
• Apatia
• Inferno
• Masochismo
• Nostalgia
• Paranoïa
• Sadismo
• Son Of Egoistic Love
• Son Of Four-hands Way
• Son Of The Black Mirror
• Son Of The Carcinoma
• Son Of The Cathartic Cave
• Son Of The New Faith
• Son Of The Public Castration
• Son Of The Tongue's Prison
• Sottomissione