're locked inside a dying room We are all hearing The tolling bells of doom And now we know we're locked inside a dying room The dying room
Перевод: Ashes To Ashes. Умирающий номеров.
we're locked inside a dying room We are all hearing The tolling bells of doom And now we know we're locked inside a dying room The dying room
May I wear you this night As we marvel at our death I would wane within your art As you would become me Like ashes circling the pyre With virtues of the
she gave you?" questioned man three as a growing flicker. Waved across his eyes. "No!" The space surrounds constitutes a classic climate this happens to now everyone in the room. You feel traces a dying
family, your friends before the monster's descend We've been planning to take the world for a long time now (It's time now) so all opposition lie down I'm dying
re sick and dying too all alone in a black lifeless room with nothing to do death, it doesn't seem to phase me but people crying over dying never seizes
In the room, on the red wall hang Rosalyn, and the scent from the petals of the flowers fills the room but you are not here. On the velvet sofa as the
No mercy in my heart I was born for war, not for love Rage and voices of my dying enemies Fill my soul and my heart War craft is my life Stern school
what she gave you?" Questioned man three as a growing flicker Waved across his eyes, "No" The space surrounds constitutes a classic climate This happens to now everyone in the room You feel traces, a dying
you? " questioned man three as a growing flicker. waved across his eyes. "no!" the space surrounds constitutes a classic climate this happens to now everyone in the room. you feel traces a dying
dripping a salty cure for bitter days slither slowly pass the sadness across the room slither gently shaping god within the gloom time keeps passing like ashes
Ah, here he go again Your comprehension is low, leave the room now Matter of fact, leave the Universe We ain't got no room for you right now I will not
love Is mother dirked Is brother dirked Dying?.. lovers town to this world So their home is a cantina In her rooms ? from rushes When all your love will be ashes
a salty cure for bitter days slither slowly pass the sadness across the room slither gently shaping god within the gloom time keeps passing like ashes