Descending Descending from these auburn skies of bloody torment My worries can't amount to your pain My scars are mere scratches to your loss My worries can't amount to this A single tear amongst The flood that built the seas And I'll tell them all it was a kiss from Judas lips But how did I appoint myself from all this I am no savior. I am no martyr I can not carry your cross Innocence never was a beautiful as this Never as beautiful as all this What a difference this place would be What a difference this would make for us all I WILL NOT STAND ALONE WE WILL STAND AS ONETeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
