Little by little the past embrace and cover her head feeling a sad mist of the hopeless and despair
Behind the deaths a frozen forces hide in the faint the whispers desolates are calling to finish the pain
Beneath the sickle stars they open the gates of the suicide path rise the followers from the nightmare throne six feet under they choice
The end of the rope in you was the beggining of this chain of death now they conspire sowing the voices awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
