The path is taken, The curse received. Dark and barren in the winter night. Shadows move along the tree line.
A life is cleansed in blood. Cleansed by these guilt hands. Purged in a hollow soul. Scorched and punished.
At the harbor I waited. Kept an eye on the Baltic Sea. Across these eastern waters a country of filth and dirt. (He emerged from the forest, how did he know?) I damn this forsaken land. Still the moon is looming low.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
