Conducted a ctime in my mind
wich past in a second
The cold feeds my thoughts
Corruption and disbelief
fled with anger
...and the death rows start again.
Make me what i am
through the mirror of your eyes
i can see the faded me.
I'll cross the ocean of the dead
and i'll listen to the wolfs cry
in the moonlight.
I'VE FORGOTEN WHAT I BELIEVE IN
...and the death rows start again. |
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