Hollow are the crusts where the effigies lay In their vacant state stasis resumes Whistling peeks from the inevitable cracks A home to many before
The winter breathes through the gliding frames Who teeter on blackened ice charred Smoke trapped in crystal now unclean Snow felling the uncertain air
Buried those interwoven sentiments Beneath, the warmth hides untapped Signalling hands devour the signal present Hands catch regurgitated air mislead
Sleeping, myth awaits, waiting to beseech Waiting to remind, waiting to humble Destruction seems further than necessary Destroy them constantly, leaves escaping rightlyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
