Dalszövegek
Dying Daylight

have never worked here twisted cracks smirk through the plaster i believe they've always been here if you'r silent you can here my dying you probably

mine In a little while, I'll be there In a little while, this hurt will hurt no more I'll be home, love When the night takes a deep breath And the daylight

pictures of an old remembrance passing by On obsidian wings I fly, leave the gates behind Through the colonnades of eternity This is the end for me, I'm dying

in sight, won't be long before we lose daylight Can anybody hear me? Is anyone out there? I've fallen and I'm broken down, I'm dying over here If anybody

. You only get, only get back what you can give. Oh, perhaps we need a Little time Little time to remember how to live, oh. With the rising of the moon The dying

to an accident of birth To an accident of birth Vision's growing dim as the daylight fades away I'm spinning, twisting, black, well, it's your dying

that I can't change, I know it and I accept it If living is so much better than dying, then show me the waya?¦ Always hiding from the daylight, at war

Insomnia slaves! A lavish sopor- vast scape, Ulterior solitude, Imaginary drape Desireful plenitude Utmost fields, Paths concealed, The pageantry reachless to logic Slight echoes of breathing dying

thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves 'pon Acheron's beach In a whirl of sweet voices and statues That phantomed the dying