Cemetary The Wake текст песни, слова песни The Wake Cemetary
Cemetary - The Wake
the wolves all gather around
with sharpen teeth and a guilty yellow stare
they wish me on my way
so cold inside this shell
give me to the earth
the dreams that i deserted
the passion i would not release
the path i left untreaded
the mask that i refused to wear
existance left unnoticed
desire in my bones so dry
and silence in the virtue
all so quiet - all so still
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