There lies a beauty behind forbidden wooden doors A beauty so rare and pure, it would make human eyes bleed and burn...
...She killed herself in the fall...
I am the unmaker, I bring death to the beautiful dawn With pillor, cold, and a legion of dying angels...
...I killed myself in the spring...
A grim bough had hung me high I sank the fires of the Sol Here, nightfall reigns
I oppose the light I gather the storms with a sword I wield with hate I shot down the sun with bow and flame Pillorian for the dead winter
I am the unmaker The pillorian...the ending I...die... I damn you the dead winters...
[Music by Haughm/Anderson/J. William W. (2/97 - 11/98)]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
