our lone beholder? When do we walk the final steps? When can we scream instead of whisper? When is the new beginning, the end of this sad MADRIGAL.
Our abode 'mongst the stars is waiting, long enough for our last breath of life. You stare at nothing, right through me, at times resembling the Devil
Übersetzung: Opeth. Madrigal.
: Our abode 'mongst the stars is waiting, long enough for our last breath of life. You stare at nothing, right through me, at times resembling the Devil
