Unslaved, lift time - as moon it reaps the fate. We can live for today. Rise this night! We watch with eyes of gold. Dead heavens fight to be pierced by the sky.
What it takes to let you know - Memories of violent self control. Some are born to chase these thrills, while some are born with a rite to kill.
All of our angels, our saints - are marked with falling times Our brothers reach for today. Drive aside – we hide our childrens’ hands. Our soldiers’ dead lies will breed terrible eyes.
What it takes to let you know - Memories of violent self control. Some are born to chase these thrills, while some are born with a rite to kill.
No more to need – no coming home. Shut it out. Let it glow.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
