Testi:
Wounded The We Are Darker

you. We are darker, Darker then you will ever be. We are darker, Darker then your darkest face. We are darker, Dark we paint your soulless sea. We are darker, Darker

the land, inner planes, spheres... O draw the fates, design the eons... For man or god, they are my pawns of play... Choose ye well for we are the

fights inside wrong turn on a long dark road a pain that will never show that night we lost a friend a wound that will never mend we touch despite the

had we travelled? The memory grows dim, lost in the cruel, searing storm-winds. And now, at last... our quest is at an end. With the blessings of the elders we

the dark Love you are the death of me One touch you can make me bleed And we fight, while we cry It's surrender, do or die And we don't know why This

and weak Well, the place I love best is a sweet memory It's a new path that we trod They say low wages are a reality If we want to compete abroad My

lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the D.J. plays Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark

a dark corridor chasing the voice of the orator The light brightens more and more Your muscles tight and sore you fall to waist height then crawl As you are

they're not; They hate themselves for what they are- And yet they drink, they laugh, Close the wound, hide the scar. But you say it's time we moved in