Rotting Christ - A Dead Poem текст песни

Текст песни A Dead Poem - Rotting Christ



It's the season the trees die
The birds don't sing anymore
The rivers never come back
Nature dies out.
It's the season the trees die
The birds don't sing anymore
The rivers never come back
Nature dies out.
Focus tomorrow's horizon
Sorrow means no future
Cover my face
With my guilty hands
This tragic future
Destinied to hurt never heal
What end can save me?
What good gives me an end?
It's the season the trees die
The birds don't sing no more
The rivers never come back
Nature dies out.
It's the season the trees die
The birds don't sing no more
The rivers never come back
Nature dies out.
First passion
Now is lost
A dramatic dead story
I killed all I have
My sadness - Translated into madness
I spell meaningless words
A poem for sorrow and death
Nothing is innocent
Nothing is fair
I keep wondering
I keep wondering
How did I end up like this?
Focus tomorrow's horizon
Sorrow means no future
Cover my face
With my guilty hands
This tragic future
Destinied to hurt never heal
What end can save me?
What good gives me an end?



Авторы: Jim Patsouris, Athanasios Tolis


Rotting Christ - A Dead Poem
Альбом A Dead Poem
дата релиза
13-07-2012




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