My brothers are dead Here I am alone I'm fighting, I'm proud To worship the dirt... My brothers, I praise you There's nothing left for me I won't haunt your shadows eternally...
Use your eyes instead of your fucking soul Don't seek your deepest sides of dreams in trash Honesty means cry It feels so strong when you try to make an order
In a fake tomorrow We'll be crossed souls again I hope I'll see you happy As we'll meet someday againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
