Tie me down restrain the thoughts flowing through my mind. There is blood on my hands not from my veins Tears in my eyes stain my face
I Wash my hands clean Wash them clean in the river.
And there will be no more pain tonight No more words of hate and spite The storm has passed and I'm still alive Purge my thoughts of the night you died.
You died! Left me alone! This eternity! To suffer!
Now I bask in this shameful prison, lost in the desert of my thoughts These visions in my head are all I can see Remembrance of a time I can not forget
But I Wash my hands clean Wash them clean in the river.
This will be your last sunrise. One last day before the end of your life. You won't breathe this air no more. For this will be the night that you died.
As she crawls from the depths of this great river all ghostly and pale with ruined eyes she sees my shadow in the light of the fading day.
Resurrection born from the anger of the dead. River call me home my final resting place.
Resurrection born from the anger of the dead. Allowed to walk the earth to reciprocate the deed. And the river remembers Meandering witness Ancient!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
