From birth to death our lives are sins only mild...
shows, till they end and we're lying cursed buried...
A child cries as the skies rain red
The roads and houses filled with the dead...
Love is a thing I use to treasure
but now these days it's hard to remember...
Love is a thing I use to treasure
but now these days it's hard to remember...
A child cries as the skies rain red
The roads and houses filled with the dead...
From birth to death our lives are sins only mild...
shows, till they end and we're lying cursed buried...