Gf93. OSR. Lesive. Zeneszám

This wish of sadness shines all over this world,
sinister shinning,brides get married with cold,
the darkest faces look at me through the crowd,
I know my place is not dancing in this Grey,

don't make us lay down,pray us,the end...
don't make us lay down,cause I don't know where this ends.

Run through this land,but now I know that those things are changing within, then will build up a creed...Man,I don't know them,don't ask me why then, some days my pain, believing, is bigger than me.

I am running toward salvation,highway to the end,
sinister bloodshed,we are all in this blood,
The darkest faces look at me through the crowd,
I know my place is not dancing in this Grey,

don't make us lay down...pray us,the end...
don't make us lay down,'cause I don't know where this ends.

Run through this land,but now I know that those things are changing within, then will build up a creed...Man,I don't know them,don't ask me why then, some days my pain,believing,is bigger than me. Is Bigger than me.