Текст песни The Path Of Flowers

Sadly every night I pour wine in the silver glass you loved Sadly once again I drink your past and close my eyes sitting near you, empty. And still I am here with your smile thrusted in my heart every night. All the words all the downs all the men all the shame all the lies all the ruins all the sounds all the damned suns all the beasts all the bastard sons are about to know who you were