a griefy cold night mourning the obituary of the living kind
an old mate struggle with my eternal journey to find my end
that foe slayed him in that dark forest to let my rainy eyes weep his cold body
it can be that sunrise i'v gained in this race after mankind isolation
it's that cold water fall that feed the growth of life
but i got one thing in my empty hand those small drops of rain is just an old despaired tears on Enkidu's tomb ...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
