Scatter the red drops on dry summers’ field. Witness of your faint they try for you to yield.
I don’t want to leave this set. Life’s not going to fade away. Shortest breath of soul i’ve left. Will make me stand to get up.
The hot wind of death to welcome him in hell. Take his soul, feed yours. Take his breath, lock it up.
Wounded legs are trying, weary and dying mind. It is about waning to lose against death.
Hyenas’ sharpen teeth, vultures all around but this is not time for you to finish with my life.
I don’t want to leave this set. Life’s not going to fade away. Shortest breath of soul i’ve left. Will make me stand to get up.
The hot wind of death to welcome him in hell. Take his soul to feed yours. Take his breath, lock it up.
Never give up, never surrender. Now i’m not going to end my life. Never give up, never surrender. Now i’m not going to end my life.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
