The last remnants of the sun I become restless once again the voices whisper their misery. Barely remembering a day that brought joy. I speak words of woe. Withering I yearn for the warmth like a dying flower for the spring sun. Yet every season grows colder & colder as I sink further into these graven fields. The cold surrounds chilling my skin haunting, taunting, caressing me. Daylight yields to twilights sadness. In darkened nights I weep my sorrows. Oh the pain claim my soul. The sweet suffering as I die. Like a dying storm I to fade, then all went silent, all went dark. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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