Woorden:
Virgin Black Whispers Of Dead Sisters

Whispers to me, my depression With a hint of murder Watch them, the angels are forlorn Watch them, they share my soul I hide my face to cry Why do I feel

: [bonus track] Whispers to me, my depression With a hint of murder Watch them, the angels are forlorn Watch them, they share my soul I hide my face

Whispers to me, my depression With a hint of murder Watch them, the angels are forlorn Watch them, they share my soul I hide my face to cry Why do I

taught to the clouds Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish To vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl

or slugs Could have tortured him, told me that he didnt wanna die We still forced him Fuckin peeps has his bat, when we brawled they fled Now we layin dead

or slugs Could have tortured him, told me that he didnt wanna die We still forced him Fuckin peeps has his bat, when we brawled they fled Now we layin dead

or slugs Could have tortured him, told me that he didnt wanna die We still forced him Fuckin peeps has his bat, when we brawled they fled Now we layin dead

love or slugs Could have tortured him, told me that he didnt wanna die We still forced him Fuckin peeps has his bat, when we brawled they fled Now we layin dead