Текст Rotting Christ – Tyrannical

Space trap the time
Mind owes the world
The perfect twin for your spatial globe
I am your parallel existence

Wander just beside my face
Travel in my desired expanse
Detect the omen that are said
But still I search you / Still I hope in you
Roaming in a distinct space
Walk upon my errant’s shades
Laugh upon my wretched race
But still I search you / Still I hope in you
Stride on the other space
Live on another sense
Melt on a different earth
But still feel you / As I left you
Running deep back in past time
Tangle into spatial time
Limit up my mental sign
But still I search you / When I face
Travel in my desired expanse
Detect the omen that are said
But still I search you / Still I hope in you
Roaming in a distinct space
Walk upon my errant’s shades
Laugh upon my wretched race
But still I search you / Still I hope in

You my parallel life

When I’ll find you I can’t forgive you
When I’ll find you I can’t excuse you
When I’ll find you I will beg you
And my life back I will claim from you