Scale the craft with sights awry where dreams collide the nexus of minds blurs and empties at the source sends visions to the grave
High atop the lowest stock of virtue and release the resonant infinity bereaves the quiet countenance of days beyond remembrance instilling peace and patience for a cause unknown
the early hours suffer through the weight of what's to come
I'll take this way to the disgorging face an archway stands between the shore and hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.