Drink it away Medicate A catalyst for it to operate Sons of the fallen Seed of the flies The raven is calling The south, it will rise
Crawling from darkness Makes way to the surface Feeding my weakness Tells me I am powerless
Smoke it away Medicate A catalyst for it to operate Sons of the fallen Seed of the flies The raven is calling The south, it will rise
Its hand clutches ruin Its grip laced with pain Day in and day out It's more of the same
The sins of the father Bruise the back of the sons No relief from the slaughter I'm (you're) not the only oneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
