Griever Songtext
von Lungtoucher

Fall
We watch these mud larks with pity and scorn
We fell but at least we were born
This morose place is bringing me down
This dull Iliad has us consumed with boredom
We conspire hidden from your father, your Lord
These flames keep us warm but what the hell for
You forget your place, such arrogance
I will walk your garden again and burn it to the ground