Preklad: Grayson Capps. Cintorín.
Preklad: Grayson Capps. Súcit.
Preklad: Grayson Capps. Buckshot.
Preklad: Grayson Capps. Vrátiť sa hore.
Preklad: Hugh, Grayson. Porozprávajte sa o tom.
Preklad: Kathryn Grayson. Potom, čo lopta.
Preklad: Sonata Arctica. Posledná Amazing Grays.
. I feel the time is catching up with us How many days until its hunger is satisfied? Leaving the final golden days We are the last amazing grays Hoping
: I take my hat off, bow before the greatness You're so much braver I give you credit for Somehow the Grays create a harmony And no color can add a flavor
: "These are my final lines, I've lived all my nine lives, My nights are over, cannot feel your heart anymore" I lived only trough you, My scar, my
: It's me I hate, not you at all I am my own medicine, Turned into a poison I think I gave you a lot, And not enough... I know Tortured myself, same
: Started a dangerous game that's not won by The person who made the first move Chose to be targeted by all those eyes And now, some of you think I'm
: My dream, it seems, fails to see the mornings My one and only aim I hear you breathe, I'm not alone in the darkness I feel something on my lips I should
can remember the faces And the truth is in their eyes... Everything's mixed with gray Say g'nite and welcome the day cannot see hues, So that is why the grays
: [Prologue:] "In the days when lands were few, and man sometimes had no chance but sell his soul to his landlord to make a living... In far and away
: [Japanese bonus track] Day-break, I should have walked away Drowning, the past without a name Rising, my execution day Empty, like drops we fade away
: [Instrumental]