3 acessos
Night crawls into my bones
When I touch your skin and close your eyes
A silver knife a rotten smell
No fears to fear we'll meet in hell
Soul tide
Soul tide
I've lost my innocence
As I stroke your cheek and ate your lips
A sleeping rose a happy moon
No fears to fear we grow up too soon
Sweet you
You're always there
Blood flows into a sea
You won't die here without me
A silver knife a rotten smell
No fears to fear we will meet in hell
Sweet you
You're always there
Night crawls into my bones
As I wave goodbye and end the fight
Soul tide.