Texty:
Down Landing On The Mountains Of Meggido

Lords, can it be mistakes? Throughout the constant vows Of the lost and gone, blind and wrong Inside a faith without a home A fire that is cold But grows

Preklad: Dole. Pristátie na horách Meggido.

: Lords, can it be mistakes Throughout the constant vows of the lost and gone, blind and wrong Inside a faith without a home, a fire that is cold But