Wounded Asylium

I'm the flame they never leave
Their ardent illusion
I'm the disease they carry
Their life is getting short

I lie and bleed inside of me
and in the wood's asylum
Hidden in the horizon
I pursue the setting sun

Feel it
Bleed it
Leave the woods Asylum!

And I feel it bleeds again like those were my veins
And no matter what path's taken
I know them all, born from their ignorance
They never seem to know nor to pursue anything
Our asylum is leaving us more every day
I know them all, born from their ignorance
They never seem to know nor to pursue anything
And I feel it bleeds again like those were my veins.