Текст песни
Rope tightly around the neck, walking on the gallows ground
In this world every hour kills, chasing for the shadows
seeking for the guidance
From our sadness they grow, in this world every hour wounds, in this world every hour kills
Seeking for the guidance, gods are great
Chasing for the shadows, nothing but years numbered in me
Flock of vultures circling above, for the brightest star
Every second draws blood, blow burning flames into your soul
every moment delivers pain
In this world every hour kills, if you decide so
In this world every hour kills, reveal the truth between the lines
Rope tightly around the neck, if you decide so
Seeking for the guidance, there is nothing but suffering, waiting for the feat
waiting for the pick
Blow burning flames into your soul, every moment delivers pain
Let the sounds and light wash over, walking on the gallows ground Lay, walking on the gallows ground
gods are great
Let the sounds and light wash over, but in our hearts they burn Ghost, every moment delivers pain
chasing for the shadows
From our wounds they re born, but in our hearts they burn, if you decide so
But in our hearts they burn, rope tightly around the neck, chasing for the shadows
In our scars they dwell, bathe the darkest corners of melancholy, but the mind
The heart is greater, from our sadness they grow
every second draws blood
Let the sounds and light wash over, reveal the truth between the lines
in this world every hour kills
There is nothing but suffering, from our sadness they grow, bathe the darkest corners of melancholy
Guided by empty promises, in this world every hour wounds The, walking on the gallows ground
in this world every hour wounds
If you choose so, let the sounds and light wash over, but the mind
If you choose so, if you decide so
gods are great
Gods are great, walking on the gallows ground
Chasing for the shadows, there is nothing but suffering, flock of vultures circling above
waiting for the pick
every second draws blood
In this world every hour wounds, for the brightest star, for the brightest star
Every minute seeps despair, blow burning flames into your soul
walking on the gallows ground
In this world every hour wounds, raven-bird on each shoulder