Scaping from the reality... Twisted visions of the red nights. The horsemen galloping in the sky. Giving life to the zombies. The pestilent fog appears. Nuclear winds blow my face. I can see my bones. But my spirit wants to give me away. I have thousands of questions. But no body answer to me. The cold of the night call the darkness. I couldn't see the sun never. The moon was the nearest sphere. Giving me magic powers. Nuclear winds blows my face. I can see my bones. But my spirit wants to give me away.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
