Prijevod: Šteta. Svete pjesme.
m tired of searching for myself Like a sacred song Like the dream you know One day will come to life all by itself Like a sacred song Decades gone by
doesn't lie with things of the past The search for freedom will never be found As long as we stand upon this sacred ground The curse of the curses upon
with spell will tell your people That there seems a crucifixion and my ouija board spells certain death You contradict you can't do shit your fucking song
