Witheld forces of the apostle Drove him to roam the caverns Ceaselessly aiming to govern The new and winding paths
Ferociously plunging the chasms (with) rumbling (and) thrashing bewilderment Thriving barrels of yearning pleas Trampled to bone dry dust
Contorted smoldering beacon Atop the crumbling stairs Sideways rain and whirling disdain He never got out again He never got out again
WITHHELD! STRONGHOLD! The rest of his life in fear As relatives turned and obstacles churned The plague of new life is hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
