Teksty:
Thrice Like Moths To Flame

of you, no I? I've never been this cold, the fire's gravity compels like planets cling to sol, I feel my orbit start to fail like moths to flame I come

of you, no I? I've never been this cold, the fire's gravity compels like planets cling to sol, I feel my orbit start to fail like moths to flame I come

of you, no I? I've never been this cold, the fire's gravity compels like planets cling to sol, I feel my orbit start to fail like moths to flame I come