In the mist of the messes A new breed was born Like a soldier in blood Nowhere to run The lost soul Another standing proud Breed! Beyond the Creation failed A new take to humans Breeding on your very hands Guts made with skin ...made of bones it made him proud Removing the clouds Destend strive to blink with their eyes Protected to grow under the skin Without any colors to ruin its face To conquer and win with all its grace
You know when he comes
You know when he comes His voice will be loud Laughter for some Beyond the demons The creation of time A new type of human No need to explainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
