Rose Chronicles все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
Blood RedTake a knife and stab
What already feels dead
And then make some wine from tears
That will fill the cup blood red
Blood red
Fatal overdose again, again
Every laboured breath is now
DwellingThat body's not so beautiful, I know.
It's not the highest temple for a god.
I understand, refuse to freeze
And I'm so cold, oh, I'm so cold, oh, I'm so cold, oh, I'm so...
Seem to be dwelling.
Seem to be dwelling.
I sustain in a frame,