Mirror, mirror, on the wall Who's the darkest of them all
There's a storm coming To this old town
You are blessed, I am cursed All across this universe I see the spirits in the flesh I hear the voices of the dead Get down on your filthy knees Watch them rise up from the seas
This [?] now revealed The prophecy has been fulfilled
There's a storm coming To this old town
You are blessed, I am cursed All across this universe I see the spirits in the flesh I hear the voices of the dead Get down on your filthy knees Watch them rise up from the seas
There's a storm coming To this old townTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
