Lords, can it be mistakes? Throughout the constant vows Of the lost and gone, blind and wrong Inside a faith without a home A fire that is cold But grows
Lords, can it be mistakes Throughout the constant vows of the lost and gone, blind and wrong Inside a faith without a home, a fire that is cold But grows
Traducción: Down. Pouso nas montanhas de Megido.
: Lords, can it be mistakes Throughout the constant vows of the lost and gone, blind and wrong Inside a faith without a home, a fire that is cold But
