Now is the third season The season I don't long Cause it is here And you are gone
You were the Incubus Who raped my sleeping mind
Awake - pain was the master I crawled in a chasm
But now Unsown seeds germinate Unplanted trees bear fruits
The spell is broken Unsummoned reveries gather Unwinged thoughts fly
Wind rapidly swings its arms Takes fruits from the trees And flings them away
But what's ripe falls Nevertheless To the ground Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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