Texty: Novembers Doom. The Novella Reservoir.

Hurtful summoning of Gods left behind
And with great cause you?ll suffer in pain
Your words fall upon deaf ears
Never again to swallow the lies

You?re not the savior of this world, a simple life has come to pass
You?re not the answer to my faith, I?ll never give you what you need

I am the darkness in your dreams
Your vile heart keeps me alive
After all the pain that you?ve been through
Do you believe that he?ll be there for you?

You?re not the savior of this world, a simple life has come to pass
You?re not the answer to my faith, I?ll never give you what you need

Novella reservoir tortures me, only the broken remain

Final days arrive and the curtain drops
The only face you?ll see is that of shame
Where do you think he gets his strength?
Drawn from the mindless and empty as them

You?re not the savior of this world, a simple life has come to pass
You?re not the answer to my faith, I?ll never give you what you need