Lazarines Lyrics

I am the natural predator of the light. The creator's failure. I nest in darkness for evermore. On the black stone wall, I hung my angel mask and my hands are not washed. Born again. Too late. Feeding on. On the echoes of my screams. Lazarines. Through the halls of my tomb. The great icons of my nothingness. Are reminding to me my hunger. Born again. Too late. Feeding on. On the echoes of my screams. Lazarines. It doesn't matter, if I'm trapped or if I'm free. I design a life on making enemies. Born again. Too late. Feeding on. On the echoes of my screams. Lazarines.