Cold wind is the caress of darkness A painful touch for my bleeding wounds The shadows rise and command my senses As I face the dying sun
As the flowers wither in coldness My rotten heart its teared at dusk I leave my flesh and freedom speak to me In tender whispers of purple... and gold
Bleeding... dying... feeling The arrive of my final hour Teared... dying... fading I join the star shined night
Bleeding... dying... feeling The arrive of my final hour Teared... dying... fading I join the star shined night
As the flowers wither in coldness My rotten heart is teared at dusk I leave my flesh and freedom speak to me In tender whispers of purple... and gold
Covered with flaming sun shines I turn my insides out Longing for the night... my life Its scared away from the light
So, this is the end of my life? Worth form my tired heart Scared away from the light To the place I belong... the night
Bleeding... dying... feeling The arrive of my final hour Teared... dying... fading I join the star shined night
Bleeding... dying... feeling The arrive of my final hour Teared... dying... fading I join the star shined night
Bleeding... dying... feeling The arrive of my final hour Teared... dying... fading I join the star shined night
Bleeding... dying... feeling The arrive of my final hour Teared... dying... fading I join the star shined nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
