Lost in the middle of a dark, moist city Hundreds of crestfallen beings are walking steadily Prisoners of the greed, ambition was their wish Mischievous was the offer, or was it a trap instead?
Tempting offerings shook them to the guts Naive, though, they were - Trust in this realm is rare Looking up to the skies, only pale rocks are seen Gigantic skeletons supporting the weight of the solid clouds
Night Storm Cold Grim
Suddenly started to float Liquid flooding all around Hopeless beginning to drown No life will be left down here
Night Storm Cold Grim
Climbing up the vertebrae Extended from the clouds Long is the way, hard is the journey Out of this crestfallen realm
Climbing up the vertebrae Extended from the clouds Long is the way, hard is the journey Out of this crestfallen realmTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
