That it was me Who saw all of you Four centuries under my cloak Took care of souls Of yours, before Their last station finally comes
Oh, but I guess Curtain here will even fall for him!
To the cemetery, last ride Winding path ahead The black mountain is by his side Ancient pine awaits
Open wound skin Mortal and deep Gave cover inside to all of your griefs My time is close… Unbalanced the scales Hatchets of time made a dent on me!
Oh, but I guess Curtain here will even fall for him!
To the cemetery, last ride Winding path ahead The black mountain is by his side Ancient pine awaits
To the cemetery, last ride Winding path ahead The black mountain is by his side Raining tears, souls cry for the Ancient PineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
