Paroles de Clockwork From Midgard

In the rising sun We never choose simple thing Just lost the reason to give love Lost desires, now, finding things without soul Standing in fallen days Broken dreams Like a dead tree To the scorching sun To the scary cold Where the life ends And nothing remains in life The pain of hate The comfort of love Choose, now, a path to cross The sorrow on brain Darkness of madness You're living a bleed life To the scorching sun To the scary cold Where the life ends And nothing remains in life