These words are a weapon for the ones in pain A fair fight for the children of a lesser name We are the war against the sick and fatal fall of Man A hollow
Two light lines awake dusty things They cut up the darkness with rage the lines of light? Dirty, shapeless objects that cry They are left in their sad
These words are a weapon for the ones in pain A fair fight for the children of a lesser name We are the war against the sick and fatal fall of man A hollow
Traducció: Demon Hunter. Un fil de llum.
Traducció: Pale Saints. Fil de llum.
: These words are a weapon for the ones in pain A fair fight for the children of a lesser name We are the war against the sick and fatal fall of man
Le monde etait un puit, sombre tel l'eau qui dort Une femme epuisee, sur les flancs de la ville, Accoucha d'un garcon. Mai que fair de ce fil ? Soudain
Two light lines awake dusty things They cut up the darkness with rage the lines of light? Dirty, shapeless objects that cry They are left in their
There's a shadow lying next to you There's so many things I wanna let you hear I couldn't say them though I wanted to Just the little things could bring