Throw of the scent To seace the chase of life When one with death no light in sight I have been told that before the end The angels will come, angels will come
Years has taken the best out of me The sharpest edge Endless burdensome journey without a rest
Murder in cold blood instead of a suicide This crime is justified I have killed myself so many times That for me wihtout a doubt Heaven is denyed
I am here, I am waiting, In silence With no fear of dying
No more bleeding inside Waiting for the black sun to riseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
