The end is near but don’t you fear I’ll be the one to cast you astray Undying crows, the night-winds force Shall carry you to the south
In the faint distant Madness manifests Our eyes unlit, as we grow pale Watching the moon turn to dust
Life you possess, do you believe you’re blessed? Why do you accuse the world? I am the god of deceiving your thoughts Mysteries nevermore
In the faint distant Madness manifests Our eyes unlit, as we grow pale Watching the moon turn to dustTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
