Silent tear dropped in morbid pupil it shined A morning mother cried Her child lied on her arms
FLOATING....FLOATING.... Would it be better to crowl
In a corner, a sad shadowy form
Echoes a moom deep in the soul Darkness thicken the mist babbles In the somber night that coldly comes
CROWL....CROWL.. Would it be better to know how to fly
A deep moom out of the chest Tears cutting the face What is god, this dark mistery That with his power, damned the world?
THE BODY FALLS...THE BODY FALLS....THE BODY FALLS.... THERE WILL BE A FUNERAL AND I'LL BE THERE !!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
