Locomotive is running inside the mist The forest receives it’s smoking bit Crouch into carriage, I feel the forward And my destination, drawing to the shroud
Windows reflect, this quiet…
Grievances is moving, along the mystic rail Unfaithful apostle is stays morbidly near But I can’t feel the stroke, I’m covered by loneliness. Triumphant, my preacher, is calling to his mass And slowly, dying children, are coming to your black Cathedral burns in tears. Redemption for all sinner lost in time.
Windows reflect, this quiet… The storm, is sleeping, between the wood Running, to grave…my funeral Candle are waiting…the flame of soul I’m ready for unclosed the sacred door
And for, my evil, one thousand, candle…are shine.
Grievances is moving, along the mystic rail Unfaithful apostle is stays morbidly near But I can’t feel the stroke, I’m covered by loneliness. Every dump brick the sinner corps Every out candle, sinner lair
Candle are waiting…the flame of soul I’m ready for the stroke of mortal bell
Window reflect, this quiet
The storm, is sleeping, between the wood Running, to grave…my funeral Candle are waiting…the flame of soul I’m ready for the stroke of mortal bell
Pierce my hand, whit ancient nail My stigmata they want to blade And for, my evil, one thousand, candle…are shine.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
