Letra de Let Thirst The Soil
Is it dead below? There is no seed, no grow No water flows when tides are low Scare the sea, it's easy! Let thirst the soil! To collide each time is tauntingIt is dead below There is no seed, no grow No water flows when tides are low A sea of spite, its teasing waves Love is drowned again Ride the sea of spiteLichen lives, love is drowned (again)