Mar 2016
As the moon hides itself in a black cloud, a suffering soul is screaming out loud.
Death of night oh, death of night
take me with you, let wrong be right.
Bring me pain, almighty pain
and let me never be the same.
Death of night oh, death of night
take me with you, let wrong be right.
Bring me pain, almighty pain
and let me never be the same.
A PERSON CHANGED BY PAIN... IN A GOOD WAY? I THINK
