Текст песни 237 - Fear Before the March of Flames
As
it
pours,
down
the
wall
Now
it
comes,
through
the
hall
Everyone
is,
brilliantly
shining
Everything
is,
shining
bright
It
gets
worse,
through
winter
Don't
make
a
sound,
the
end
is
here
When
it
floods,
bail
like
hell
Don't
make
a
sound,
the
end
is
here
I
must
be
losing
my
mind
Let
it
shine,
let
it
shine
this
is
me
this
is
me
now
i'm
home
This
is
me,
now
i'm
home
I
must
be
losing
my
mind
I'd
sell
my
god
damn
soul
for
this
to
last
forever
I'd
sell
my
god
damn
soul
for
this
to
last,
i'm
home.
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