grows cold Now their armies march in, out there from the underworld I do not want my eyes to see, I never wanted to believe Take me to the gardens of
their armies march in, out there from the underworld I do not want my eyes to see, I never wanted to believe Take me to the gardens of the sinner, Bury
Vertaling: Gamma Ray. Tuinen van de zondaar.
armies march in, out there from the underworld I do not want my eyes to see, I never wanted to believe Take me to the gardens of the sinner, Bury me