Though hell doth burn, In metaphor it still avoids the sun. And prayers of solace return. In coldness, for heat I yearn.
Death's embrace. My journey of disgrace. A grave seems the perfect fate. And death seems the only way.
The light has been devoured in sin. Cold blackness; I strive for this hour.
Death's embrace. My journey of disgrace. A grave seems the perfect fate. And death seems the only way.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.