Yvel a kingdom of lost souls lost in the dust and the rain tortoured by Scotias hands city of traitors of pain
Deep inside our memories this village was a home of pride but when Scotias forces crossed the land they took away the light
the four seasons changed to one the sun was urged to disappear the white kingdom thrown to darkness rain forever pure and clear
When the hour fades to midnight evil creatures make their way through the streets of Yvel where the life is ceasing to exist
Down on bended knees I pray for courage and my aim never seen so hopeless places but the sorrow should remain Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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