The Dead Days That Will Come
The suffering is dreadful of if to be alone between solitude and tears The rottenness be in everybody homes and the alienation reached everywhere
How will grow our children with much madness and pain?
Twisted minds are taken for the depression And the lament is bigger inside me One sickly nature take over of my thoughts And demented see innocent blood watering their gardens
I went touched by ice wind of black abysses And beheld a future pale and sick Where the peace inhabit thousands of graves
And no longer there are more happy moments
When the storm to pass same with the hope everything will finish And no import what if make, you will can not see God in heaven Drops of blood will fall of your face tired and sad While the sky break in our heads
Your mind will be terribly tortured The depression in the will touch once more
And if still remain pure thoughts in your mind They if will disappear among the ruins of the oblivion Dreams can also to die Who will listen my screams coming of the deep of the abyss?
The hope is a sad dream that if discards And I saw the end looking the stars. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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