Texty:
Eighteen Visions Slipping Through The Hands Of God

will mend itself again But when will its figure die? Pierced through the heart I watch the red elixir spill from the center of its life I depict eighteen visions

Překlad: Osmnáct Vize. Proklouzne rukou Božích.

itself again, but when will its figure die? pierced through the heart. i watch the red elixir spill from the center of its life. i depict eighteen visions

the dead To the dead With your halo slipping down Your halo slipping Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down [repeated] Your halo slipping