breathing souls For times are desolate Passing judgement on my sentence As I perceive my dying day Give me a promise. The word I will never hear Sympathies forging
breathing souls For times are desolate Passing judgement on my sentence As I perceive my dying day Gime me a promise. The word I will never hear Sympathies forging
Перевод: Paradise Lost. Кузнечно Симпатия.