End of The World - текст песни
End of The World
Make haste my dreams And veil my forehead With the pre-death shade of night Make haste my dreams
Let the dead rise from the grave I would see them and touch them Touch them, trembling Let the dead rise from the grave
I fed my life With what I felt With terror and pain The terror I felt
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