Our memories painted themselves In black and white I put my trust in you You put your trust in the knife
With Ghosts, in Hell I stand Worlds dissolving like grains of sand I'm not a slave to those above me I'm not a god to those below me
Sometimes we need to be subdued into darkness Suffer at the hands of fate Damage, loss and brutal hate
This Girl traveled to Hell and back, fulfilled She does not want to roam This road will lead her homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
