8 acessos
Flying to the kingdom's gates
Swimming in clouds of gold
Fields of green, mysterious place
Where You leave Your sins in cold
That;s not fair, burning hate
Sunrise in the grace of lord
Overthere is so great
When You come across thereshold
Soteria-way of blessing live When Your eyes died, You cannot cry
So far away from a nasty growl
No chance to save...Your empty soul