Testo di Wormhole

Grace appear our own I trust my eyes I watched her planning I closed my eyes Along desires, the waves It keeps a coat on you The strength Here on the blood now Come to my hand Here on the wild I took your own hell I pray again you'll ask with all your face But I recognize the aura that makes Find the throttle The target thrown The starting fire Find out the cold And you'll see everything again I do, I want one hint again