Gotmoor: De Witte Dame Lyrics
Darkness, depression
A wind of thought flows through my mind
With it comes aggression
Peace I cannot find
I try to control my feelings
I burst out crying
My life is peeling
I wish that I was dying
Darkness, depression
A wind of thought flows through my mind
With it comes aggression
Peace I cannot find
With the wind comes the rain
With the wind comes the rain
With the wind comes the rain
With the wind comes the rain...
