Текст: Fall Of Transition. Other. Silhouettes.

December falls, on the darkest night of the year. Portraits of silhouettes black and white. You'll fall into my arms under a blackened sky. We watch cities fall as they burn. December falls, on this our holiday now the skys so bright. Air reeks of matchbooks and gasoline. Fight fire with fire.( repeat chorus ) We watch these cities fall as they burn to the ground. Under a darkened sky we watch them burn