Оригинален текст
Needs dying all
Hard night
Feel you tight
Crop the wire
Cold child
Crop the ire
Dying oh
Grow up at night
Feel you tight
As near as I
Cold child
We dry soil, heartmill
Feel you and I high
We die forever
Needs dying all
Hard night
Feel you tight
Crop the wire
Cold child
Crop the ire
Dying oh
Grow up at night
Feel you tight
As near as I
Cold child
We dry soil, heartmill
Feel you and I high
We die forever