3 acessos
The end of days in this blue reservation
A million corpses blast into outer space
All the pieces of human population
Are frozen space debris
From a seemingly intact place
This is the sound of the last trombone!
Houston can you hear it?
This is the sound of the last trombone!
Houston can you hear it?
Fly where angels die
Fly where angels die
All is lost in this cold tranquility
Who is out there to save our souls?
Fly where angels die
Fly where angels die
This is the sound of the last trombone!
Houston can you hear it?
This is the sound of the last trombone!
Houston can you hear it?