Ashen limbs, so weak and dry, still the same on every sight. Following them, nights and days, on my tongue only a blight. On the peak of my own strength, I've found a place, an easy way, misty, still, but with no light, where in rest I can finally lay. Oh let me fall, down to depths that will never be seeked. Down... Far... Now! Ashen limbs, so weak and dry, still the same on every sight. I broke mist covered mirrors, and I will never stand up again.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.