The sun is falling
Like a burning zeppelin
Tall buildings crash their shadows down
Upon the good city people
Like a burning zeppelin
Tall buildings crash their shadows down
Upon the good city people
When the night comes
The wind is howling
The new age is calling out
It rattles through our bones like a locomotive
Sending out a warning
When the night comes
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Discografia
The Depths