With the lights low I'm falling through the air No escape from this place I just need to cry One more time, coz tears won't hold forever With the noise
Traducció: Howling Bells. A El Bosc.
was fed To the ravenous wolves that the elements led From crag jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease Through the maw of the woods, a black
mother was fed To the ravenous wolves that the elements led From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease Through the maw of the woods, a
with one hand holdin' on And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it And the wood's