When tiredness tries to be a part of you Reigns you and your senses It silently whispers the song of death Be warned of the shown picture
It, the friend of darkness The gambling pair of gloom They already carried out some underhanded plans
It is over, the master finished the game The only thing you can hear is the song of death
As a child you have seen the play of puppets How they fidget on the strings of their players
Lent some kind of life to nothingness They decided if they are tired or awake
The difference to the past I give you a hint That tiredness plays now the game It's the creator of your trip Now you are the puppet Strings no longer taut The lid of your eyes will show you the darknessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
