Vārdi:
Vertical Horizon Lines Upon Your Face

end But in the game of life all the roses wither And time writes its lines upon your face Lift your voices loud and clearly Sing for brotherhood right now Lift your

Tulkojums: Vertikālā Horizon. Līnijas Pēc jūsu sejas.

thought we were immortal And the games we played always had a happy end But in the game of life all the roses wither And time writes its lines upon your face