To writhe in pain in my former condition Beyond the gates of oblivion From the coldest place where I was laid to rest
To rise from the dead and claim again A life-long day or an hour to spend A dust of time, a blink of an eye This would be my golden opportunity to reach thee
Ain’t begging for redemption or compassion But memories are aching for eon
My soul is shrouded in regrets So let me utter this irrelevant statement In order to erase them all
But my cowardice was blinding me Like the brightness of the moonbeams Shatters the blackness of the night
To writhe in pain in my former condition Beyond the gates of oblivion From the coldest place where I was laid to rest
To rise from the dead and claim again A life-long day or an hour to spend A dust of time, a blink of an eye This would be my golden opportunity to reach thee
Ain’t begging for redemption or compassion But memories are aching for eon
My soul is shrouded in regrets So let me utter this irrelevant statement In order to erase them all
But my cowardice was blinding me Like the brightness of the moonbeams Shatters the blackness of the nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
