Letras
Do you ask a purpose for your pain?
And are the black bile flows through your veins?
Are you the one that lacks disdain?
Are you the one that hope repeatedly betrays?
Have you lost your way?
Intake my present company and marvel at my arts
I'll sow my ailing seed in your hurt and sorry heart
Intake my present company and marvel at my arts
I'll sow my ailing seed in your hurt and sorry heart
I am Melas Khole
I am Melas Khole
Hope is a serum that never heals