Idioma Origen:
A rush through the rusted veins
Illuminate the face of one
So i have a light
So unaware about the consequence
I heard no warning
About the little compromise
The distorted views you had
Cold white spring
A wordless song I sing
Eye
White cloud
All my thoughts are in doubt
Idioma Destino:
A rush through the rusted veins
Illuminate the face of one
So i have a light
So unaware about the consequence
I heard no warning
About the little compromise
The distorted views you had
Cold white spring
A wordless song I sing
Eye
White cloud
All my thoughts are in doubt