Sometimes, are we wasting the perfect chance
To look into our souls
And repent our sinful past?
Umbra
The Severe shadows made of dreams are high
The end began as we were told
But we cast the warnings signs away
UmbraSometimes, are we wasting the perfect chance To look into our souls And repent our sinful past? Umbra The Severe shadows made of dreams are high The end began as we were told But we cast the warnings signs away |