: I sleep inside the machinery Letting it all go Wait, keep, preserve the cold within yourself What more is there to know Watchin' seven holy man bring
like death I've seen it before Somewhere there's a one way street Leading to an empty house Maybe you will find this town called Apathy I wait for you
I sleep inside the machinery Letting it all go Wait, keep, preserve the cold within yourself What more is there to know Watchin' seven holy man bring
Übersetzung: Candlemass. Apathie.
