Through the early days of spring.. Plague from the rats I beg to bring. Summer seems so everlasting to me... Dust should fall from the sky and set me free. Autumn drops its leaves on my path... I see no colors, everything to me is black. Tracks of wooden feet lead to my stone.. Winter gives its cold and I lay down on the snow. Santuary... For my blood! Stars are falling.. They are my own! Let me fill this time with might.. Touch your hair and show what's right. Suddenly my dead body starts to see... All that swept blood has left from me.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
