The texture of dread carved and hewn Sandwiched, nailed in Waiting in between Unconsciousness and sleep (and death) Half life of surrender Dread is the
Mourn for existing, waiting for deliverance The sky crashes down The dead wait for a long time The borders of your life were early programmed You're just
xian de piao dai zhe wo kuai le huang xiang fan guo zhong shan yue guo hai yang wo shi jie mei you kuang kuang duo shao ai qing xing se mi luan kan
Tercüme: Kan. Dehşet.
Tercüme: Korkunç Gölgeler. Dead Can Wait.