Wipe the dust off my brow Prepare myself for what lies beyond The Ancient One told me, "Don't look back, and walk the way." But how will I face the lives That I put away...
My Knife is stained By the curse I called upon All those I called my friends Are now long gone I think, I'll lay myself to rest here by these gates And wait in submission to the hands of hate ...the grinds of fate. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |