Morning has come, a ray of light Is coming through the white curtain His naked body's lying on the tiles Open eyes, dry blood and tears Across the deep lines on his face But no matter, at least death has come He was the victim of your vice Madness, cowardice The devil took his soul and let his body crawl Across the infinite sands of madness Let me tell you the story of that man Let me tell you his life of painTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
