ll meet you at the back gate and greet you just the same take to my side and we'll walk on to where the frost of the dead king weigh heavy on the vine
Traduction: Espers. Dead King.
Then I'll meet you at the back gate And greet you just the same Time to make sod And we'll walk home To where the frost of the dead king Wear heavy
LOST HOPE I've lost hope your broken words- all you have to be proud of. Never gave a fuck about anyone. Never a matter of love. To look you in
