Take the right bank to the night river Watch the dreary soul seekers wretched What flies by night, dies by daylight Under broken trees we rest our weary hearts, our weary feet
On the banks of the river deadly Souls are swallowed dead and lonely I could live so deaf and dumb dull, accompany this unholy bunch And I for me don't wanna know those secrets that you leave behind those blue-black eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
