Vārdi:
Bridge To Solace Kingdom Of The Dead

I still believe! This was all, when I needed arms to hold me tight and lips to kiss my cheeks. And you still ask why I am holding on to this? This was

open with a stare at the pale grey sky. Fists risen as a resounding fuck-off to all gods. Here I stand, risen from my ashes, back from the dead. Through

care at all. I have heard yes-es and no-s and I also have said those and my hopes were dead and then exhumed, dead and exhumed, dead and exhumed, dead