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The Silence
- wykonawca: Gates of Ishtar
Fallen blind to the demons within
The path to take and I walk it in pain
A darkened mind of destructive taste
My hateful seed grows stronger within
My own hatred - it burns deep inside
My eyes are blind to the demons within
My own hatred - I scream inside
My lips are sealed by the kiss of non-divine
My pain is drowning in the tears I cannot shed
As flowers withers life must come to an end
Can't put me out of my own misery
So I continue on my darkened trail of tears
My own hatred, my trail of tears
My pain is drowning in the tears I cannot shed
My own journey I'll walk to the end
As flowers withers every man has his trails
My own hatred, my trail of tears
My eyes are blind to the demons inside
My own hatred - it grows inside
I hide my fear in the mists of slumbering wine
My constant presence will torment my soul
Like claws from the past, in my eyes shredding tears
Can't put me out of my own misery
So I walk forever on my darkened trail of tears
Fallen blind to the demons within
The path to take and I walk it in pain
A darkened mind of destructive taste
My hateful seed grows stronger within
My own hatred - it burns deep inside
My eyes are blind to the demons within
My own hatred - I scream inside
My lips are sealed by the kiss of non-divine
My pain is drowning in the tears I cannot shed
As flowers withers life must come to an end
Can't put me out of my own misery
So I continue on my darkened trail of tears
My own hatred, my trail of tears
My pain is drowning in the tears I cannot shed
My own journey I'll walk to the end
As flowers withers every man has his trails
My own hatred, my trail of tears
My eyes are blind to the demons inside
My own hatred - it grows inside
I hide my fear in the mists of slumbering wine
My constant presence will torment my soul
Like claws from the past, in my eyes shredding tears
Can't put me out of my own misery
So I walk forever on my darkened trail of tears