: Lords, can it be mistakes Throughout the constant vows of the lost and gone, blind and wrong Inside a faith without a home, a fire that is cold But
Lords, can it be mistakes? Throughout the constant vows Of the lost and gone, blind and wrong Inside a faith without a home A fire that is cold But grows
Lords, can it be mistakes Throughout the constant vows of the lost and gone, blind and wrong Inside a faith without a home, a fire that is cold But grows
Übersetzung: Down. Landung auf den Bergen Meggido.
