He grew up in the land of the half moon The sultan’s the almighty god There’s no rescue lying in the dungeon Torture and pain he’ll never forget
Muslim against the Christian, history repreats Once put into the prison for there’s no release Years gone by in slavery, hatred reaches it’s limit Before is was too late he could escape
Every word is written with blood – diary in black Shining souls are buried in the moat – diary in black
He grew up in the land of the half moon The sultan’s the almighty god There’s no rescue lying in the dungeon Torture and pain, he’ll never forget
Every word is written with blood – diary in black Shining souls are buried ni the moat – diary in black Every word is written with blood – diary in black Shining souls are buried ni the moat – diary in black
Diary in black Diary in black Diary in blackTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
