Lightning burned the fields, blackfire choked our breath We huddled in the kitchen, sand poured through the walls We looked to one another, the children
our house The bloodthirsty yearning Clamored all about us Darkness rose up From the floor like a demon Fearful of the death That buckled through our
Traduction: Beck. Blackfire Étouffée Notre mort.
Traduction: Jeff Beck. Blackfire Étouffée Notre mort.
our house The bloodthirsty yearning Clamored all about us Darkness rose up From the floor like a demon Fearful of the death That buckled through our minds