كلمات Celaje

And if you'll call for branded flesh What brittle reason do you have for us to not exist? To console all your emptiness You've got to go through it to get through it Call the avalanche Will it call back? Will it call back? Remember, none Buried under many memories of hell And if they get caught Will they slip into the landslide Devils wearing ermine Unsuspecting devil shifting, hoarding Holding Patrick's Day surprise And if you'll call for branded flesh What brittle reason do you have for us to not exist? To console all your emptiness You've got to go through it to get through it Call the avalanche Will it call back? And if you'll call for branded flesh What brittle reason do you have for us to not exist? To console all your emptiness You've got to go through it to get through it Call the avalanche Will it call back?