Pilgrimage Songtext
von Hotrod

In this kaleidoscope witness
Squandering, withering my time

Dice marchate, traquila marchate no pasa nada
(This shine)
Dice marchate, traquila marchate no pasa nada


Lighting the passage from quicksand
I′m summoning
I expel you
Excellerate through

Ode to virtue
Sever and screw
Frowns on the few
Slithering pride
Tarred on my smile

Spirits collide
Shared, intertwined
We are receiver
You are but you