Текст Paradise Lost – In This We Dwell
Текст:
We adapt to pain
In the hour we’ll fight until the grave
As darkness sets on dead cells
Crawling rise, to which they fell
The dead sing out for my soul
Before they hide in their own hell
In this we dwell
We are trapped in blame, in a tower of spite
Until the darkness strikes the death knell
Paralysed bewitch the spell
The dead sing out for my soul
A torment thrives this dismal shell
In this we dwell
Before they hide in their own hell
In this we dwell
We are trapped in blame, in a tower of spite
Until the darkness strikes the death knell
Paralysed bewitch the spell
The dead sing out for my soul
A torment thrives this dismal shell
In this we dwell
Альбом
Paradise Lost – Paradise Lost - Tragic Idol
Paradise Lost – Never Take Me Alive
Paradise Lost – Ending Through Changes
Paradise Lost – The Glorious End
Paradise Lost – Worth Fighting For
Paradise Lost – Tragic Idol
Paradise Lost – To The Darkness
Paradise Lost – In This We Dwell
Paradise Lost – Theories From Another World
Paradise Lost – Honesty In Death
Paradise Lost – Fear Of Impending Hell
Paradise Lost – Crucify
Paradise Lost – Solitary One