This song brings me so many memories of my youth. I used to listen to this song a lot back in the day
@jollifemme
5 жыл бұрын
How can we find this on Spotify?
@louiseheggendorn496
6 жыл бұрын
This is so precious that hurts
@RicellyAmaral
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Muita nostalgia da minha adolescência gothic metal. Não tem no Instagram
@moisesmagno1785
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Masquerade - Act 4 Dreams of Sanity In which not only the mask dies. So as the year has spent the meaning Of all the hopes - the bitter days. To learn the good within the griefing To hope the best as I start to sink. Why did I have to leave my fears Behind the hills of loneliness? Why did I have to find her here, who loved the black behind my mask? Hand scratching this face - for Christin and the days. Blood dripping on dust - for the love I have lost. My flesh and bones - for the fear and the moans. My life - my pain - to dream with her everyday. This angels voice that fell upon My fading life my fading lies. Christine may you now mask This dying naked soul of mine.
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