In the middle of the green valleys deep inside the gloomy hills conceals the origin of all that is in existence Thousands of years ago people were pieces of us all but now the virginity is gone and the green is grey All of the time digging your own grave blind to see the omen of bloody end It was time to sow but now it's time to reap and your time withers away like flowers in my meadowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
