The suffering that's rising in my veins:
The wakefullness.
The rumpling noise of galopping horses:
The pain.
The coldness of ice chills my body,
As I realize:
I must leave this world without You,
My last cold kiss is my demise too...
The suffering that's rising in my veins:
The wakefullness.
The rumpling noise of galopping horses:
The pain.
The coldness of ice chills my body,
As I realize:
I must leave this world without You,
My last cold kiss is my demise too...