Из альбома: Stillness Grows
Indignantly I nefariously take the path again
But the question I ask is will I detour at the same place again
Same place
Will erase
Pull & heap my trailing past regret
I struggle to the end
Never think twice & never fret
I will never bend
Nor will I mend
Now setting my sights on the parabola
My paradox within
Livid with dread I move slowly ahead
The battle is tied
But it is I who always win
| № | Топ 5 Aphotic |
|---|---|
| 1 | Aphotic - Precipice |
| 2 | Aphotic - Vulnerable |
| 3 | Aphotic - Atmosphere |
| 4 | Aphotic - Under Veil Of The Endless Grey Sky |
| 5 | Aphotic - Loathe |