: [Intro]
Slowly falling, slipping down, but i don't hit the ground still my soul is a slave to to the cozen sound the benefactor of the worlds, his daughter, just
as the white in my eyes turns black today, whatever it makes me blind what took me so far away, there's no one by my side help me, i'm searching for
[- Long ago... what has been said by honour, is exceedingly conducive to my welfare. Abandoning all pleasure, the lofty-minded dauther preformed the
Slowly falling, slipping down, but i don't hit the ground still my soul is a slave to to the cozen sound the benefactor of the worlds, his daughter,
