Текст песни Metal Church - All Your Sorrows
Metal Church - All Your Sorrows слова песни
Times like these to people pleaseFables spread like some diseaseNew age gods like old facadesWrite a bookYou`ll like the oddsInventing godsOld facades Take apart human heart you will startThrough the doorway of all your sorrowsBeginning to pull you awayIn the night the sometimes lightThe seasons which run out of timeWhen I press this game of chessI always end with something lessYou`ve made a messOf your Sunday best In search of the answers, what never should beLaughter erupts from primordial seaStanding there naked with bended kneeAll of your works face eternitySo though I play the same each dayWhen faced with pain I often prayTake my hand you`ll understandThe place we go is no-mans land