A fire burns, the flames lick at me. And patience sparks life. So I will wait and adore you from this distance. A fire burns. Water laps at my soul, frigid and cold, begging to free me... to cease this breathing... and consume those who it has never known. They cycle and become it. To praise death... thankful, it is, to liberate the faithful. To praise life... so vain and selfish. Shall I clam death as my savior? My key to God? Shall I fear it as fate? As a means to an end?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
