Letras:
Nocturnal Rites The 8Th Sin

: Lying awake, alone in my bed Voices are calling from inside my head You?d be surprised, if you knew what they really said From my dark rooms, I?ve

: Name the sin, count me in Remind me that we?re dreaming Bleed me dry, then hang me high And call me the fool that I?ve been Hate this state that I

: One bad seed in this filty gravel One bad turn on this crocked road Took me here, to this path I travel Made me pay for what I owed One black cloud

: One, just one more drink One last cigarette and I am on my way Oh last night, it?s all a haze Here I pave my way through filth and broken glass Something

: On this dead end road You just sold yours souls Buying in on what they told High and mighty you And your washed-out smiles Tell me now, who?s fooling

: [instrumental]