Another song about ending your life by your own hands, this time with the joyful feeling of coming home entering the gates and meet the Dark Lord.… “ A peek on the dead’s gathering makes my memory recall : It had to end it had to be taken ( my life). With my eyes filled with thorns I peek through the dense mist”“ I hear the horns perform a sorrowful hymn, as my callous body now rise.. I am ready to follow the left hand path and to enter the gatesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
