Texty:
August Burns Red The Seventh Trumpet

I can no longer tell the days from the nights The moon glows an eerie red And I could swear it was covered in blood Something big is going to happen,

Preklad: August Burns Red. Seventh Trumpet.

I can no longer tell the days from the nights. The moon glows an eerie red and I could swear it was covered in blood. Something big is going to happen