Foolsong کے بول

That fool who digses on graves I'm still trying to find my way out And if it's the long way I'll sleep in this bed i have lay Kids are falling on blaze Its too late to figure out It's too late to babies be ... For their bed Its too late to ignore the storm up ahead Its too dark to see my way out Now all i could do about anything wrong It's deep further down And when we finally awake We'll burn our bodies on stakes A tower of ashes and ... will lay Where our castles were made