Break of dawn kills all the beauty
The dead of night is drifting away
Should I stay and welcome the day
Or should I follow the one and hide from the sun
Ray of light cuts like a razor
A blazing fire burns in my eye
The day reveals the dreadful betrayal
And it's Wicked mind. Hide from the sun
Hide from the sun
Hide from the sun
Dead promises
Paintings from the worlds of pure ancient prophecies
Remains of the worlds of good
The time has come Hide from the sun
Like a rat I run to the darkness
Ray of night embraces my mind (eh?)
Afraid to look back into the heartless
A world of dust and blood Hide from the sun
Hide from the sun
Dead promises
Paintings from the worlds of pure ancient prophecies
Remains of the worlds of good
The time has come Hide from the sun
I won't be better
I won't be as bitter
In my own heaven I'll be good forever more
More than ever
I won't cry ever more
No die never
Dead promises
Paintings from the worlds of pure ancient prophecies
Remains of the worlds of good
Спасибо Алексанр за помощь в исправлении этого текста.
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