Victims of Life 歌词

There up the city of the nights Oh, come without trace They end the up back times, they still remember the days When they was search for, but wasn't the trees In all they are the possibles things may at life Seem beautiful we never really knew at all Hingen to my life, hang on to my soul But the inner bull flight must been more to me That a thounsand years below Among the worth and the trees And all the possibles things made our life seems so beautiful There up the city a big times Don't needs to pull out to fight But sound it made both incredible It was cried a sight But that never forget Among the worth and the trees And you're behind as posibles things that made our life seems beautiful We never really knew at all Hang on to my life Hang on to my soul But the inner bull flight must been more to me That a thousand years below Among the worth and the trees And all the posibles things made our life seems so beautiful