Slowly descending into my death, His voice so swift and sweet. With every chance to free myself, my darkness I will soon meet. Blinded by my possessions, it’s hard to hear Your voice. In the end it all narrows down, this was my choice. I am not my own. You gave me wings of a dove but the raven’s call I consumed. Feet hit the bottom, now I stand begging for release with blood on my hands.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.