Credence
Opeth
Strange silhouettes whisper your thoughts, scream your sadness.
And they all turned away,
unable to face more of this death.
Credence in my word.
Written in dust, tainted by memories.
I confess my hope, recognize my loneliness.
And they all turned away,
unable to face more of this death.
Credence in my word.
Written in dust, tainted by memories.
I confess my hope, recognize my loneliness.
Izvajalec: Opeth