Shadows gleam Upon the hill at night The willow whispers Heightens the mind That goes astray in a moor of clouds
Horror lingers Where contorted bodies were found Wateful nights Sinking into the dream Listening To the voice that steadily resounds
It is the voice from the womb The child that wishes it was it's tomb
It is the voice from the womb The child that wishes it was it's tombTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
