Through the searching lights that weave and darts Comes the stranger that cares not for your heart The pain of living life this way must take its toll
Through the searching lights that weave and dark comes the stranger that cares not for your heart the pain of living life this way must take its toll
Übersetzung: Paradise Lost. Lydia.
: Through the searching lights that weave and dark comes the stranger that cares not for your heart the pain of living life this way must take its toll
