Hanging Garden piosenki

I am weary of this Weary of every little thing Keepsakes held dear Havens that burned So I tear loose this skin Tainted with affection Plagued with compassion Scarred by hope And I shall become your eyes Your ears, your skin and mouth And it's thro...

That night the crescent was high The rippling puddles in the rainfall I could feel the spirits around me Whispers faint almost gone now The silent voice of the night Resounding ever deeper within Hollow yet profound Secrets linger on None dare tread these wo...