In the throat of these four rooms Brightened iron and withered fumes Far below these sinful means Gold has flown through loosened strings I don't know why I'm here I might have to disappear If she sees the thoughts I bare I may be forced to grin and stare Down here in this graveyard All the beasts have preyed at her sway Down here in this graveyard I hang my head in shame Now I've turned in to stone Petrified because I've shown Wicked thoughts in denial Conjured up by tempered smiles Down here in this graveyard All the beasts have preyed at her sway Down here in this graveyard I hang my head in shame In the throat of these four rooms Brightened iron and withered fumes Far below my sinful means Gold has flown through loosened strings Down here in this graveyard All the beasts have preyed at her sway Down here in this graveyard I hang my head in shameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
