They did not worship the sun Teir brown eyes were known by none They lived in ancient galeries in the cletic underworld In their books good and evil were considered as equal They did hold the secret of life in their very breath They said they held the secret of life in their very breath
Pain... they know the pain,they fucking know the pain... While going hiunting...ine the forrest you were hiding... Why going hunting in the rain ?
The diid not worship the sun Teir brown eyes were known by none They lived in ancient widsom and mystical religions The y knew everything about us even our mysteries They did put their their whole live into the hands of the gods They said they put their lives into the hands of the gods
Pain... they know the pain,they fucking know the pain... While going hiunting...ine the forrest you were hiding... Why going hunting in the rain ?
Now I've been flying across the rainbow...flying... It tears my hands into pieces... It tears my heart out... Tears my heart down...down...down...
Pain...They know the pain,they fucking know the pain...
These were my dreams in nights of tourments, The witches dance...In an empty sabbath...In an empty sabbath...