Bury your thoughts
In the veins of sunset,
Pour the blood of the sun
On the altar
Of the dark rivers of mind.
Let the crippled dreams
Become the rain
In the realm of death.
Bury your thoughts
In the grave of a forest,
Hopeless despair
Is always beside,
Hear your own
Cries in the air,
Darkness and apathy
Reigning inside.
Bury your thoughts
In the veins of sunset,
Pour the blood of the sun
On the altar

Bury your thoughts
In the grave of a forest,
Hopeless despair
Is always beside,
Hear your own
Cries in the air,
Darkness and apathy
Reigning inside.

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.