Písmák The World Of Death Is Calling
The World Of Death Is Calling
Give me the one opportunity,
only for a last time, tell me why.
Whatever I’ve done in this lifetime…
Twisted Mirrors Of A Soul
Twisted Mirrors Of A Soul 1: Memories, I can see them fade. When I try to look at my future, there is nothing, but a misty lake. As shadows fills my soul, my breath is dying and far away I hear this sound of perfect melody… I fell free under the wings of Night, this Coldness takes my body, Darkness, releases me from my coffin… Ref: I don’t wanna look at my past, I’m doing my best – this mistake will be the last… I feel no more love, I no longer care. Remember this moment, just for a small part of time… Tomorrow I won’t be here anymore, there is no need to cry.
The Grave
The Grave
Look upon this place,
Shadows rolling on the ground,
Darkness singing with a cold wind,