Besedila:
Heaven Shall Burn Burn Of No Avail

throw the stones Marching into darkness, bowed down with grief and marked by enslavement All the prayers we sent, of no avail They went unheard Of no avail

throw the stones Marching into darkness, bowed down with grief and marked by enslavement All the prayers we sent, of no avail They went unheard Of no avail

throw the stones Marching into darkness, bowed down with grief and marked by enslavement All the prayers we sent, of no avail They went unheard Of no avail