Chant the All کے بول

Bitter days can weaken the senses and restrain the kindest worlds around us And Love will die before you and I All we dream is endless winter fears may sleep after Autumn slaughters Chant good riddance to all little dangers A Thousand or More Chant the All - Chant the All And are we defined by misunderstandings Pride diminish those who've lost faith in us One voice gains strength through healing graces A Thousand or More Chant the All - Chant the All Bitter days Bitter days Backwards: I'm so sorry