With the wings of sorrow, I have taken flight. Cloaked in the darkness like a thief in the night. I have watched the farmer planting in his field. And known that what he sows, is there for me to steal.
With the wings of sorrow, I have taken flight. Cloaked in the darkness like a thief in the night. I have watched the farmer planting in his field. And known that what he sows, is there for me to steal.