Winter comes slowly and like a sweet poison Inebriates the senses and freezes the heart It’s like a nourishment for flowers made of dust Grown in the hope Whitered in the oblivion
Forgotten fields where flowers are stillborn Immutable skies where stars don’t shine Here is my home an abandoned place where i can rest for an eternity and more...
Please let me drown in this womb where life turns to ash Please let that the dust entomb me Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
