歌词
Falling, crying
Sleeping through the ancient winter
Evil shadows moving towards the sky
Doomed spirits marching in the fields of eternal mist
Laughing, crying
The autumn turned into the fall of god
Behold the ancient sky
Clouds of blood
Souls cannot sleep
Until the throne has been risen
Tomb of insomnia
Souls cannot sleep
And nor can I
They fall
The heavenly angels
Their wings soaked in blood
They can't fly
A cathedral of splendour
They fall
So now I can sleep
Purest sorrow embrace my soul
I can sleep
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