the circle of life is drawn See the never-ending story Come with me to the gates of dawn Come with me to the gates of dawn
Vertaling: Secret Garden. Gates of Dawn.
expression A paint splattered wall A carton of cigarettes A bouquet of corpses A dying forest A nurtured garden A privatized prison A candle with
expression A paint splattered wall A carton of cigarettes A bouquet of corpses A dying forest A nurtured garden A privatized prison A candle with a broken
mode of expression A paint splattered wall A carton of cigarettes A bouquet of corpses A dying forest A nurtured garden A privatized prison A candle with
the mind The Captain fills his place with gold while all the ship is sinking Calls himself the Bishop-Prince and blood's his favorite wine Gardens grow
