Night has fallen cold and hard, Left to ruins as suns deteriorate. With hands on shoulders and perverted necks The sons of the sun are left to ruins abide by morrow. A pact is broken as trust is lost Blood draws blank, to live in hell These stones are covered with the keepsakes of the lost and sallow Where mothers sob and fathers famish Go on and look for the marrow in this paragon Just to find answers carved in flesh.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.