Inward turning past fearful chance Through each gilded hell falling Reflections warring in dread brilliance Here now in the deepest ring
Ground slashed (tempest come) Burning wild (take us from dark) Progress marked red (marked red) Glowing bright Broken hands (to decay) Shake still grasping In the deepest ring Undo what we have done
To think what could have been Fortunes crafted by wicked men The wolf retreats to mend his jaw Made to suffer father's law In sadness Made to see what's real Consoled by What none else would feelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
