Cult Of Luna - The Fall скачать mp3

Rise from your grave, bow  to her name, Every  single word she speaks is golden One drop of all nights I have wandered Could fill your empty void Close  that shallow gap The  pain is a rebirth Leave your empty skin to rot Long  have you waited The steps behind you decay into nothing At the edge of your memory A being that ceased to be Rise  from your grave Bow to her name At the edge of your memory A being that ceased to be Rise from your grave Bow to her name In the fall came the rain Flooded the fields Cleansed what remained With new eyes she appears But I am no longer here