Versuri ZAO - Psalm Of The City Of The Dead
Album: ZAO - The Funeral Of God
As we wait here for a sign we are greeted by the end of time,
These streets aren't paved with gold,
You are my everything,
My soul is growing cold
As we wait here for a sign we are greeted by the end of time,
These streets aren't paved with gold,
You are my everything,
My soul is growing cold