And I've dreamed about Kingdom of death, about the place Called suffering And while he's spreading His wings of agony Blue as a sky and black as life itself It carries me there where I'll dream About place called suffering I look now into the river Bloody with leafs They fell onto her and us It looked like styx, that river, But than I saw the truth While the wings of fantasy Are closing upon me I know that it is not a styx Neither it is... Bloody she were Bloddless they are Cause they choosed that way And damned are ones Made of fireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
