Father I felt you across the moor, Like a crows over the cross. Father, bring me from paradise What was stolen from the abyss: the life at its most natural form.
Drive your coach and your plough over the bones of the dead. You feel my bones ,my past, so you're closer to the death The Change begins in the hell and everything's vibrates. Father Your blood shall be upon them like the wind running through the rain Fire skin, untouchable Artful spirit invincibleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
