Слова:
Lostprophets The Light That Burns Twice As Bright

go. The warmest rain, it falls On the darkest crimson mountain. Seeping from the wound, I sink below. Don't say the pain will fade tomorrow: The last thing that

. The warmest rain, it falls on the darkest crimson mountains. Seeping from the wound, I think alone. Don't say the pain will fade tomorrow The last thing that

go. The warmest rain, it falls on the darkest crimson mountains. Seeping from the wound, I think alone. Don't say the pain will fade tomorrow The last thing that