As withering flowers, As the light of the dying star, We are slowly fading away
As waves hitting the shore, As leaves falling from trees, We are slowly fading away
Brought to this world by the will of our ancestors Fed by alluring dreams from an early age We tend to believe that we are exceptional We tend to think we are more than we are
Yet the truth is we are nothing but dust and shadow Pulvis Et Umbra Sumus
As waves hitting the shore, As leaves falling from trees, We are slowly fading away
As withering flowers, As the light of the dying star, We are slowly fading awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
