there Are a few more wrinkles and a little less hair. Another Autumn leaf is turning, One more soul for candle-burning. Hid beneath the sham and glitter I taste a
Valentine's Day: Lady Luck came along, took my dreams away, And the tears hurt more than a broken nose - I bled from the thorns of a barbed-wire rose.
Fordítás: Skyclad. A Badtime története.
