: And when I collapsed on the porch of your father's house You took my hand and quickly covered my mouth And said, "Now there won't be any last words
And when I collapsed on the porch of your father's house You took my hand and quickly covered my mouth And said, "Now there won't be any last words.
Slaughter. Mayhem. Skeletons all around. Broken swords. Battlefields. I glimpse into no-man's land. We are all dead! Full moon rising towards the massive
Übersetzung: Die Quelle. Ruins Of Beauty (An Ode To The Art Of Self Destruction, Epilog).
