as we descend. as for what awaits us we have no clue. or if we'll stand on our own two feet again. . if this song should be my last. then ill make it
you hear the angel of sadness sing... with broken wings. (Harmony: Andreas) And with death came disorder, who were they now to obey? No leader, no followers
scarred Love has the grave to save us We're just two tarnished hearts But in each other's arm We become saints and angels These feet of clay(feet of
