The land will soon be coverd in snow
Maybe the whiteness will comfort it
You're longing for someone to love
You're longing for the intoxication of oblivion
Every morning little bit more savage
You're longing for the god of the broken ones
Every morning little bit more savage
In fear the new day soon arrives
From behind the horizon
Siinä on erään biisin kertis enkuks. :D Se kuka arvaa oikein saa roimasti propseja.
Ja Jauho, jos sinä et tiedä niin HYI SINUA.