Dead trees rise from the snow This is where my path leads me Leads me to misery. They lost their name They will never dream, never hope Without words
There were women holding rosaries On the day Manolete died Teenage girls in soft white dresses Standing silent peace respecting Groups of boys held in
all the time that you've sold away. Of all the smiles, laughter and passion. You've left behind. One of many, you file into the lines. Your hopes
world an eternal oath was reviealed. Blood had pour, no moore deaths will be healed. There is no salvation. Your life here has finished. No hope for
Traduction: Death. Ils n'ont jamais l'espoir.
: There were women holding rosaries On the day Manolete died Teenage girls in soft white dresses Standing silent peace respecting Groups of boys
There were women holding rosaries On the day Manolete died Teenage girls in soft white dresses Standing silent peace respecting Groups of boys held
It seems that we're only chasing after the hope and the dreams we have We don't trust ourselves in the present so we linger on to the past Let's go
strong is what I hate The plague that heals your wounds All you believe makes you sane, strong Immune Truth would destroy you You would wish for death
Speechless I lay down my head. Shaking from this feeling of emptiness. Every fucking time I try to create definitions of what my missions are, and why
burning world an eternal oath was reviealed. Blood had pour, no moore deaths will be healed. There is no salvation. Your life here has finished. No hope
: Dead trees rise from the snow This is where my path leads me Leads me to misery. They lost their name They will never dream, never hope Without words
A fucked up life, Death slowly comes, Games I've chosen to play Are deadly ways to become... More than human Much more than you'll ever be Inside my emptiness
sometimes we do eachother [Hook] [Lil Wayne - Verse 3] Look, as the crooked World revolves Love spelt backwards is evol (evolve) And Evil spelt backwards is live or live And when death
feed the spark Welcome to the land of dark Death in all the centuries is what I left behind Take my hand Forgotten in the promised land Death in all
their trumpets and cried "One shalt be sent to foresee mankind's death! Rain shalt be my tears and thunder my wrath!" Sitting on his throne, left of all hope
