"Through the wounds and wine We followed the rains and lost We're getting older now And to dust we shall return"
The daggers are still dripping Like an endless prison A serenade for the candles And cries for the nightfall
I long, you yearn Against the winds in shame Written inside, so profound
"Wear the death gown my friend Tonight we're the martyrs"
Flip the coin and pray For more Octobers to come Flip the coin and pray my friend... My friend...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
