The Instance - Rostok Vampires

Rostok Vampires

Torment Of Transformation

The Instance

Tear me up

No sorrow

My instance is a claim for consequence

'cause I believe 'till I know better

Somehow it’s up to me to ring a chance

The mug is on his way

My instance saws on my own two legs

I’m begging please

Let me awake

Hear my instance calling

It comes out from nothing

Time to bother others

To muffle up tradition

Let me hear something

Give me strength to dance is spirits better chance

The mug is on his way

My instance saws on my own two legs

I’m begging please

Let me awake

Hear my instance calling

Hear my recall

It’s only for you

Imaging idle forever lost

New order’s ending

Traditional view

Time is up to face it

Time is up to conquer truly

Back to the beginning

Trust in something I once lost

I fear nothing

'cause the mug is on my lips

I look at crossroads

To believe in

Or tangle up in sorrow

I split into two

Far I see him walking

While I am on my way

The mug is here to stay

My instance saws on my own two lips

I’m begging please

Let me awake

Let me find the entrance

Hope

No sick day by day

I have to stay

On my own to legs

I know I’m on my way

Let me awake

Hear my instance calling