She washed her hands of me. The seeds of gloom were planted. She waits for me in my dreams. It's haunting, this illusion.
A great decay was born today and cannot be undone. I stare into the depths of sorrow, To bid a mourning farewell to you, my love.
Don't walk with me, your traitor. I'll lead you into danger. Don't follow me, your shadow. Unless you want to fall off off the edge of the world.
Where were you the day she died? when the sun's dying haze graced her bedside?
6 feet under now and all feels lost. Anger raged and misery too. In the fires of the coldest death. Her ghost will rise and take my final breath.
My soul! My eyes! My life!
All death is certain. All death is certain. All death is certain. All death is certain. All death is certain. All death is certain. All death is certain. All death is certain...
The veil of doom. No frame, no tomb. And now the stage of death is calling you. The aging of time. No bells, no chimes. The stage of death still calling you...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
