You're a lonely man building your own cruelty Dominated by greediness and your guilty Give your plains then I'll return your beauty You are losing the game it won't have a future
You will fail And you will be forgot!
March to your own end, if you don't have a choice Don't scream or cry, ‘cause you don't have a voice Now is too late to return to your source There is a sickness consuming your force
Crimson are the skies Like the blood into your eyes You are the falling man And you will understand
Seek the shadows, listen closely to my voice The nightmare is coming and you don't have a choise The time is over, start to run Don't close your eyes, and I will have the fun
One by one You are the chosen one The blood over my Roman Blade The pain of the dark sting doesn't fadeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
