A cold dawn of autumn And the blood announces the worst As the deepest sorrow comes We begin to ride... on death's horse
The woods seem to hold our room Covering the light inside the womb
The ten percent begins to be true The standards abandoned us She discovered our paradise Turned it into pale void
Our love this time is not enough Our faith is useless So please take care of our little blood Oh earth and water...
Nowadays we follow The doctrine of the hidden mourning As an internal deep wound Pain is dressed as fake joy
Everyone seems to enjoy their luck While we drown in a lake of loss
The ten percent begins to be true The standards abandoned us She discovered our paradise Turned it into pale void
Our love this time is not enough Our faith is useless So please take care of our little blood Oh earth and water...
Statistics against dreams, They mock tragedy
Life... You betrayed us Time... Could you cure us? Blood... Come back to us Probability rules the earth... It Rules deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
