I see your lantern, Off in the distance. I hear your breath, I feel your pulse.
Your death is near. Your sins cling to your soaked clothes. Your death is near. The Council Of Crows, Feasts.
I see your lantern, Off in the distance. I hear your breath, I feel your pulse.
Your death is near. Your sins cling to your soaked clothes. Your death is near. The Council Of Crows.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.