Agony کے بول

Stumble through the night Rushed like a refugee So fast will raise the tide Into her eternity Above a cruel smile And among her pale devise And my sense so paralysed And the faint is passing by In the quiet The time will change it For a while Will rule the cruelty your sense Not a lie If I crave it Past a while My untold passions fade away The cold is open wide Her pinions for embrace then And now I have to hide ... For the claws of the ferrymen Above a cruel smile And among her pale devise And my sense so paralysed And the faint is passing by