In sickness and health they said Yet all that one can perceive Is a domain of death and disease Flies and dust
Think quick on your feet Tread the treacherous trails Ridden with fox holes Filled with vacant eyes
All houses are empty And from the holes as branches Rigid fingers reach out They point at nothingness
We brought it all down The fires and ashes From green to black and brown Here lies no catharsisTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
