I will not live, in rotting years I will not dwell, in difficult hours Never wither, in darkening tears
Die with me A little each day Die with me Fates molded like clay
Embrace the soul, that stands in fear Standing naked, cold and alone Eventually the suffering, becomes easy to accept.
Die with me A little each day Die with me Fates molded like clay
Haunted by death, I'll not cower I will not dwell, in difficult hours Never wither, in darkening tears
Die with me A little each day Die with me Fates molded like clayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.