In the house of shadows She walks and talks in circles Asking for forgiveness From no one At Night In the house of shadows She hides and cries alone Thoughts full of smoke Still the body Turn of hand Concealed truth Withering shape Weeping black tears Within crimson dreams In the house of shadows The rooms emanate weakness Drowning within torment Trapped inside At Night Running through the darkness Into the light There is no place to hide Concealed truth Withering shape I'm weeping black tears WarTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
