High was the ledge on which you stood eyes - perplexed and thoughts - ridden by fear
and in the wretched mirror you conceal your true face
the water calls you to jump down towards your final cold embrace
and in the wretched mirror you will seal your true fate
reaching idle hands to conquer thyself your old looking glass reflects only death
ridge steep cuts deep
and there, toward that peak I saw your love wounded wounded bleeding
that more morbid than death was the sight of your silhouette with a gaze transfixed in eternal despair depicted on my surface foreverTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
