The fall, a story that's been told Wandering haywire in thirst of His glory With a fire in mind and a heart stone cold
With mind on fire and a heart stone cold Wandering 'round a funeral pyre Closed down forever are the gates of gold
In thirst of His glory I douse my mind with blood of the angels
In thirst of His glory I warm my heart in the embers of burned temples
In thirst of His glory I douse my heart with the ashes of paradise
In thirst of His glory I calm my mind in the absence of lightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.