The day has come And the movement could kill me My only creation is gone
Falling leaves will go unnoticed While you're away I look for comfort in the pain Of heavy weight upon my shoulders
Stood before the congregation Wishing time away The pale bodies and oh, the black Weep a mourning song for him There in the box my son lies wasted Victim of the earth A small portrait in an ochre frame Flits its wistful eyes for themTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
