The Moonlight shattered across the breaking waves In the distance the dark clouds swell and grow...As the storm approaches
The rain starts to create a haze of sorrow Its soft sound breaking the eerie silence before the darkness
As the wind picks up rotten dead leaves bushing against my face, dead and frail like this broken shell they disintegrate into oblivion
This night of never ending turmoil This storm of distorted time
The hunger for the end yet the strength to go on to be one with the storm and all its destructive force to be one with all that is and was all that destroys thus created The blood in our veins that has been passed on since the first dawn and the dusk that takes our breath away feeding the blackness in our heartsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
