Tekster:
Demon Hunter Summer Of Darkness

You're not a saint, you're a thief You can't deny, deny It's all a ploy underneath All I've seen (You better learn to keep your face under the dark)

guilt There's nothin' inside, my innocence died And now the emptiness grows It's bringin' me down and takin' my crown I've seen where everything's dark

I play dead again, it just might stop before the end if I pretend You may not see the pain I'm in so close to me Can't tell what I'm supposed to be, don

I suffocate, reality is tearing my life away All in vain, I'm taking my pride into the grave What a fine line we walk with our eyes closed Giving our

You've got a lot of nerve and I've got a lot of fingers to point While you were busy building knowledge, I was already right I know a voice like yours

Fall into the flood of your awakening Drown you're just a trace of what I used to be Waging the battle For the appreciation you'll never win Behold the

I'll be the one last breath before this death I'll be the final glimpse of truth when there's none left And if I shame your face, degrade your faith I

: You've got a lot of nerve and I've got a lot of fingers to point While you were busy building knowledge I was already right I know a voice like yours

: In the never-ending circle where The powerless meet There grows a struggle from the burden Of sustaining defeat In the face of every coward lies the