Ill-Disposed The Hidden Ache текст песни, слова песни The Hidden Ache Ill-Disposed
Ill-Disposed - The Hidden Ache
The dreams so cold, they are mine
With the prospects they haunt you
My ache is hidden
In read lights I see you, and your hate
About time you found me
Your hand in mine
In dark rooms we're hurting
Through hidden times
All hail to the forgotten past
They took me equally with kings
So you're learning, soon becoming my pupil
In the darkness I'll teach you
I'll make you man
In moistful mornings through the only path
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