Lying there beside me With your head resting on my arm Your body feels so warm And your hair smells like a Sunday morning I feel you moving closer And
ve lost in your quest for dominance Of our children all is gone except the terror in your soul Our image cast in stone, which once was flesh and bone
Превод: Ицед Еартх. У цаст Стоун.
lost in your quest for dominance Of our children all is gone except the terror in your soul Our image cast in stone, which once was flesh and bone The
agony invoking her to rise The spirit's rage consuming us the evil in their cries Queen of vipers, queen of serpents Cast their souls to stone Spread
