Cul-de-sac letra

Pride is the stilt
That keeps me low
Tedium crowned me
King of this empire
I wear it unnoticed

I revile
My cul-de-sac
Where nothing is
Of substance

Silently mocking
Vulgarly acclaiming
Your kind as well
As my

My cul-de-sac
Slowly speeding
To the dead

Come, now
Paradise is
A fix on

Drottnar - Letras

• A White Realm
• Ad Hoc Revolt
• Aphelion
• Autonomic Self-Schism
• Away From The Destruction
• Axiom
• Charagma
• Cul-de-sac
• Destruction's Czar
• Doom of Antichrist
• Ersatz
• Frykt Ikke
• Funeral Of Funerals
• Lucid Stratum
• Missing Souls
• Monolith
• Natten Pa Harmageddon
• Nihilords
• Pestleid
• Rullett
• Seven Suns Shining
• Soul Suburbia
• Spiritual Battle
• Stardom In Darkness
• Subterranean Sun
• The Kakistocracy Catacombs
• We March
• Wolves And Lambs