In the last of days All good will fade away What once was right Will not alight
The hearts that chase the night Found shelter in its might Led the crowd astray, far away
The ungodly now obey Pressure from the leading ones The one that comes
Come ease the pain Make all wrongs turn right Shortly ease the pain But your light is the night
Whispers in the air Souls under constant strain Radiation through our hearts, shelter me
God please guide my way Shape me I am just clay We are the underground resistanceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
