remember Those memories still linger and fill me with joy Those days are long gone, but they'll 'er be forgotten By friends and companions of days long
the beam slices through the night Until the break of day As you're standing now closer to the edge Only one second till you slip and descend Falling
The days are blood No beginning, no end Bleeding like a fountain pen The days are blood Alarm clock rips open my eyes I'm so tired Staring at the black
Beyond the vision through these eyes, Behind the image going deep within inside. She lies with thoughts drought in the cold, I watch her harmless face
Walking down a place I've left unknown Thougth up in my dreams Everyhting is nothign like I know It's my drug and I've become a fiend In a place surrounded
Traduction: Descendents. Days Are Blood.
(do it) [Verse One] We comin through to take control of each zip code Bridgin the gap from rap to calypso We gonna strike each city from 'Frisco Tokyo to back to San Luis Obispo (??) data, descendants
lord) Jon plays harpsichord on this track, which is a love song, sort of squeezed into the format of a twelve bar blues. the middle section is a descending
the prodigy Three cranes to wake up the slumbering taur To warn him 'gainst the imminence of a huntergod ravenous "A drawn struggle through innominate days
in the time of chaos, of sunless days and of unhappiness The statue of the triumphant master stood proud and grim In the light of three descending moons
a (pause) fiend steal You for fake, I'm for real, like Jesus Christ's last meal You make deals with devils The soul descends infinite levels Pray to God
of the room to arbours cool. A time of valour, and legends born A time when honour meant much more to a man than life And the days knew only strife
mountains Reluctantly the loved ones recognize The sacrifice they must adhere to The only hope for future Setian life Like a martyr sacrificed Await the days