THE MIRROR HOLDS FORGOTTEN DAYS
I WALK TODAY WITH A LESSER GRACE
I SING MY PAST AND THE SOUND OF THAT
.. THE SOUND OF STEEL ..
I WAKE UP WITH A BITTER TASTE
DEAMONS DANCE IN THE TEARS I WASTE
THEY CALL MY NAME AND THE SOUND OF THAT
.. THE SOUND OF STEEL ..
Ingen kommentarer:
Send en kommentar