men's hearts cool quickly beating for death but the flames in her eyes make sure cinders of them a pale face with gold buttons trumpets blanket fear her velvet scent fades amidst acrid orders of despair
hands of hope grew weary as eleven moons passed her cheeks long since kissed dry by another's lips
first-born cursed you are blessed blood doomed to fall
o sweet majesty above willst thou suffer my woes? raise mountains ‘neath my enemies may swift be my passage below!
bite the bullet before it eats you hell is full now heaven cannot refuse…
nightmares amok at the front fled suburban dreams she knew not that god himself had failed to answer his prayers for her loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.