the death of me We hide behind the crimson door We hide behind the crimson door We hide behind the crimson door We hide behind the crimson door
And watched the ashes climb to heaven's gates We hide behind the crimson door While the summer is killed by the fall Alive behind the crimson door While
And watched the ashes climb To Heaven's gates we hide Behind the crimson door While the summer is killed by the fall alive Behind the crimson door
Traducció: HIM. Darrere de la porta carmesí.
fire And watched the ashes climb to heaven's gates We hide behind the crimson door While the summer is killed by the fall Alive behind the crimson door
fire And watched the ashes climb To Heaven's gates we hide Behind the crimson door While the summer is killed by the fall alive Behind the crimson door
Every day He's farther away Only the skies above him Watching him fly With a gleam in his eye Wouldn't you love to love him? I know It's not safe too
a truck in the port of calais we watch him in silence as they lead him away clutching his battered suitcase but his face betrays him, lost and scared
brush over him but then his killers back turned for a moment. A blinding ray of light spread across the floor. In a crimson pool he saw his own reflection
explosion and the room began to quake The soldier blown across the floor his blood a crimson lake They never heard him cry or shout they never heard him
