Sometimes, are we wasting the perfect chance
To look into our souls
And repent our sinfull past?
Umbra
The Severe shadows made of dreams are high
the end began as we were told
But we cast the warnings signs away
Sometimes, are we wasting the perfect chance
To look into our souls
And repent our sinfull past?
Umbra
The Severe shadows made of dreams are high
the end began as we were told
But we cast the warnings signs away