Cast your gaze away and turn your face from me, I wish no to hear your case The world holds no pleasure, no refuge in this domain Only the intense frustration of our desires and their pains Within my hearth a tempest, a raging storm And each sinew in writhing, with secret scorn The world honour a memory, buried by the past Only to be spoken in whispers, lost scattered ash...
The world is cruel, and rotten to the core Everything that happens now has happened once before So we turn our heads in shame of what's become A shadow of our former selves the colours fade and run.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
