- cifra
Coming from inside his own soul
He fight with the power
To kill his enemyes
When the night comes down, the fear begins
And the cold break up his thoughts
Help me, please just help me!
Someone is crying for help
There´s nothing more to do
There´s nothing that can change that
Anymore...
After him many others come
They´re still crying for help
But no one can hear his crying
No one...
