Cult of Luna
From the skyline dark clouds move in
From the skyline dark clouds move in
They shroud me with her cold cover
Eyes like daggers puncture the skin
Isolated in a room with no others
Where do I turn when all hope is lost?
Where do I find forgiveness?
My search for salvation has begun
To find a place where our hearts beat as one
Eyes like daggers puncture the skin
Isolated in a room with no others
Where do I turn when all hope is lost?
Where do I find forgiveness?
My search for salvation has begun
To find a place where our hearts beat as one
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