Оригинальный текст и слова песни Отчанные Могилы:
With qualms that I speak
of the wrists I have cut
By flooding the tubs
where the warmth held below
The lockets believe
that the secret...
With qualms that I speak
of the wrists I have cut
By flooding the tubs
where the warmth held below
The lockets believe
that the secret...