Too much prayin' Too strange to sleep Come down to my house baby There's things you wont believe Black sun morning Coming up to greet the dawn Black sun morning
Oversettelse: Screaming Trees. Black Sun Morning.
like worms on a hook through the hole to the blackness beyond at the end of days, where the world bleeds and burns The sun is black as sackcloth made
Like worms on a hook through the hole to the blackness beyond At the end of days, where the world bleeds and burns The sun is black, a sackcloth made
Frisco, never rode a 6-4, they might ghost ride, ghost ride, but Ya Boy is low pro. Stay on the low though, Black Tims, Lacross polo, Black peekhole,
a hook through the hole to the blackness beyond at the end of days, where the world bleeds and burns The sun is black as sackcloth made of hair The
then I touched your hair and felt myself burn, in the morning. and the chickens were screaming. black dog at my heels. and the bluejays were coughing up in the trees
a scream of doom Watch the funerals of all mortals that died by my hand A voice filled with silence raises from the black of the rotting trees Dawn
