Beyond the walk of life, beyond the realm of senses the gate awaits us all all the lines are blurred all the burden gone The crimson rivers are freezing This chaos will end when the winter has begun The smoke will rise as the woods begin to burn.
Nightmares from the yesteryear, the face of our worst fears will end this day,and today the road will lead us far away. Its not a choice we make we reap what we sow, nothing,we take along to nowhere,we belong.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
