Текст песни SOLITUDE AETURNUS - The 8th Day: Mourning
SOLITUDE AETURNUS - The 8th Day: Mourning слова песни
Текст песни SOLITUDE AETURNUS - The 8th Day: Mourning
"Draw the curtainsIt's time to sleepEverything is not as it seemsSilent hands of winter windsAre drawing near...Fold the tension slowlyWait beneath the tear( )The tarnished gold Through the window painLies dead upon the floorWhile unseen eyesCrouch low behindThe walls so thin...The pious curse the holy So evening curse the dayCHORUSAnd on the 8Th day...I should have known its nameyears consume the hoursTurning black to grayLight the fire My dreamer's sonYou are the only oneTo walk alone In this desperate mazeWhose price has just begunDrowning liesIn bottles of time