On our way to nowhere behind the black sun
We're passing by the old horizon
Coming close to the edge, when we realize
There's a hole in the sky, the world has gone
Written and engraved in stone
On the walls of doom
The burning cross left all alone
Wherever we have roamed
Oh I can fell
It's the end of our time
Oh I believe
We're the last in our line
In the end of our time
We crossed the path of tragedy, fortune and fate
Cheated by the blended lies, will it be too late
The fools they cried “all gonna die”, but never got heard
Doom lies really quite absurd
Jei netikrumas yra geriausia ne kaltinti liga, valdzia ar ateivius visokius. Tad Einarai: ar esi pries mane susimokes; ar mane seki; ar pabrezdamas lauki mano mirties. Trys klausimai estafete. Jei bus lengviau bendraut man po to su musico nariais.
Einarai+4Blackberry, esme ne skaiciukuose, bet esme kad liga man sako jog daug gaidziu susimoke, gaidziai stebi gaidindamiesi, daug gaidziu mirties nori. Taigi toks vat nesaugumo jausmas ir itarinejimai del to. Kaip cia yra?