Versuri Withering - The Feeble Morning
Album: Withering - Gospel of Madness
This pain, it’s getting through me Won’t it ever let me go Won’t I have a chance to live without it There might be something, something to wait for A messenger, the word on it’s way? Where’s the morning, no longer I can wait It goes away now and then The way out was never there Can’t forget a single thing I’ve gone through Facing all brings the pain again The corpses in blood All the innocent are in front of me (now)