Текст и слова песни Thy Light – In My Last Mourning...
The clock's hands fold, I feel pulsing in my chest all the agony of one more day, in this world of darkness.
Through my nostrils, runs the smell of my own death, printed, on the grey sunday sky.
I kill myself, take my life...
Through my nostrils, runs the smell of my own death, printed, on the grey sunday sky.
I kill myself, take my life...
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