I can no longer stand it I can no longer feel it burn
In slow motion it creeps upon the shadow of hope
Hateful deceit is begging to confront the weak Always the weak
Never shall I feel the cold winds Upon my skin Never shall I feel the grasp of life Make a fool of me
Alone again, I'm standing in a forest of tombs. There's no closure in the end. No sign of color. The sorrow is growing endlessly, I can feel it burning
There's no one here All has gone away The winds howl no more The whole world has gone down in a maelstromTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.