is burning in his hand pictures in the mirror watch his face it turns to stone those empty ways he always walks alone pictures in the mirror Now his back's
Tulkojums: Debesu vārti. Attēli ar spoguli.
burning in his hand pictures in the mirror watch his face it turns to stone those empty ways he always walks alone pictures in the mirror Now his back's
the Grim Reaper's replacing lives with a bird From Hell or Heaven if you're hoping I dwell until the gates open It's corrosion in the ocean of purity's
sees The voices have come, to make her impure To turn her soul to the devil's tool The fruit of heaven's denial Paralyzed by the greed Reborn in a
