Просто Лера, GSPD, Dead Blonde Взрослые

Wrapped in biting wind
Hearts will never bleed
Frozen and banished
Out of grief
In their restless dreams
They try so hard to breathe
Pulses flutter and sting
Within this bleakness
(Ah, ah)

Pain will come with the blade
Pain will wake up the despondent crowd
In this dormant world somehow
Unsheathe a sword not to kill
Unsheathe a sword to rend those clouds above the ground
Wake up, it's time to gather now