Текст песни
The wax is dripping from the seal.
A heavy weight we all can feel.
She closed her eyes to find some rest,
But let the sickness leave her chest.
It spilled out from the quiet dark,
To leave a cold and bitter mark.
The thoughts she tried to keep inside,
Have found a place they cannot hide.
Give them a name.
Give them a skin.
The living shape of every sin.
Give them a name.
Give them a skin.
Where the nightmare begins.
The ground is shaking beneath the weight.
Of every lie and every hate.
They aren't just ghosts or passing air,
They have a face and they are there.
Walking tall on heavy feet,
In every house and every street.
Born from a mind that lost control,
A physical price for a heavy soul.
Give them a name.
Give them a skin.
The living shape of every sin.
Give them a name.
Give them a skin.
Where the nightmare begins.
Eva wakes but it’s too late.
She opened up the iron gate.
Now the demons own the day,
And they are never going away.
Give them a name.
Give them a skin.
The living shape of every sin.
Give them a name.
Give them a skin.
Where the nightmare begins.
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