Steel shall fall from skies Turn our home to splinters Ashes shall freeze the open eyelids Says the prophet of the winter
And our souls unite in crumbling stone Our flesh is sewed with splinters What does it mean to fall? Asks the prophet of the winter
He dreamt that death was a giant rectangular megalith And there was nothing around And he was afraid Of how silent it was
So what does it mean to fall? And who paints all the wrinkles? Why do I sleep with clenched fists? Wonders prophet of the winterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
