Mental Home Their Finest Voyage
Autumn leaves cooled by morning rime Their trip ends. Streams of pain close my bitter eyes In daylight. Let me take all your souls in one I'll keep it Till the day I'm gonna make you free On heaven. But I'm sad feel my hands, They're filled with snow, oh! I cannot move. If you see, if you feel, If you ever know, how I'm here alone. Bleed my soul, drop my love, Fill my heart with ice, Please accept my warm. Once again, when I'll need, Hope you'll help me, Oh! I must believe...