She gave me her hand Led me out of the ruins Anesthesia for a painful life New eyes for a new life
She is the fountain of innocence The glory of a battle won A bright red river of passion That never meets the sea In her precious womb My son will be born To breed a love fallen from the hands of god
Contradict, oppose, reject, confront The ones that say that have never been in love Contradict, oppose, reject, confront
If you want true love pain is close at hand Pain is a part of life and has its reward
I said I would love her after death She did not believe but the promise is still kept I died a few years ago and my son became a man
She took away her hand And led me back into the ruins The anesthesia was gone And the eyes became so blind The fountain ceased to exist The battle was lost And the bright red river of passion Finally met the sea She is the fountain of innocence The glory of a battle wonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
