When first flashes loomed over the sky As a drop of despair flowing down the blade The rain reaches the ground bringing us the end
Non existed souls flow up from mud When the brittle blackness denies the light We celebrate our hopelessness And the hope escapes from the passed selves And the hope escapes
As a drop of despair flowing down the blade The rain reaches the ground bringing us the end
Non existed souls flow up from mud When the brittle blackness denies the light We celebrate our hopelessness And the hope escapes from the passed selves And the hope escapes
Non existed souls flow up from mud When the brittle blackness denies the light We celebrate our hopelessness And the hope escapes from the passed selves And the hope escapes Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |