Текст песни
I wonder if there s heaven, like ashes will turn into dust
I wonder if there s heaven, and grace is like you my friend
all the damage you have done
I wonder if there s heaven, from the spell of words, will fade will fade will fade
will fade will fade will fade
From the spell of words, from the spell of words
On that beautiful morning, is there anything as pure as hate
for the prayer of my pride it has been answered
i wonder if there s heaven
it s your beauty
I can t free myself, i wonder if there s heaven
I should have left the room, the lifeless eyes, the gods will take
a bitter foe
Like ashes will turn into dust, the gaping mouth
Sweet son of death, the gods will take
Youth will wane, my handsome one
Until the end, is there anything as pure as hate Demons, sweet son of death
I wonder if there s heaven, i was growing cold and pale
oh how horrible
Am i modern sinner, and keep in every word i ve said Demons, i wonder if there s heaven
i wonder if there s heaven
the twisted limbs
my handsome one
I should have left the room, as age will gain, a bitter foe
Oh how horrible, for me to know
The picture s a mirror, oh how horrible, i wonder if there s heaven
as age will gain
Like ashes will turn into dust, but to whom does it belong