Falling, crying Sleeping through the ancient winter Evil shadows moving towards the sky
Doomed spirits marching in the fields of eternal mist Laughing, crying The autumn turned into the fall of God
Behold the ancient sky Clouds of blood Souls cannot sleep Until the throne has been risen
Tomb of insomnia
Souls cannot sleep And nor can I
They fall The heavenly angels Their wings soaked in blood They can't fly A cathedral of splendour They fall So now I can sleep Purest sorrow embrace my soul I can sleepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
