Sleep for the Weary все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
- Holy
Like children waiting for their parent’s touch
I am desperate for the sound of your voice
My curiosity has turned to lust
And I’m questioning the use of my choice
Now,
Take me, Make me
I’m your ball of clay
Devalue me to prove you are real
- Necromancy
I would lay my body down beneath the sky
And make an offering unto the night
And let my spirit wander towards the light
If I could speak to you one more time
If missing you breeds
Necromancy
Who needs heaven?