On this stone-cold ground, where I used to kneel In the gleam of the candles, smell of waxen steel The mighty figures casting shadows Naked before them I drown in shame
The sound of chiming bels and echo of regret Sickening legacy, all portraits of the dead Still hear the prayers – all broken promises I rise my head up and see that nothing there
On this stone-cold ground, where I used to kneel In the gleam of the candles, smell of waxen steel The mighty figures casting shadows Naked before them I drown in shame
I am abandoned, and so alone, Now I feel guilty, this place is cold
I am abandoned And so ashamed This place is empty And nothing's there
Nothing but the shame Shame
On this stone-cold ground, I supposed to serve Surrounded by artefacts, embodied holiness This one big nonsens fills me with shame Finally I know that nothing's there
I am abandoned And so ashamed This place is empty And nothing's there
Nothing but the shame NothingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
