This song is very easy to understand and incredibly beautiful. In 79 AD Mt Vesuvius erupted decimating the nearby village of Pompeii. The dead are petrified and preserved (All the dead still hold their heads But their old weeping won't resound) Some were petrified holding their faces, shielding their children, with looks of horror on their faces, even running away. And they remain like that until this day.
(Vesuvius looks ashamed That he ever lost his mind And that people now spend time excavating his rage) And here come tourists gawking at the destruction. But it's a beautiful breathtaking stroll through history.
He's never been so happy before and it's a strange feeling (Out by parallel lines I try to make sense Of that strange pulsing there in my wrist) But he loves that she doesn't have to question the happiness, she just enjoys it.
sigh I don't see why more people don't know about DaTh, excellent writing!
This song is very easy to understand and incredibly beautiful. In 79 AD Mt Vesuvius erupted decimating the nearby village of Pompeii. The dead are petrified and preserved (All the dead still hold their heads But their old weeping won't resound) Some were petrified holding their faces, shielding their children, with looks of horror on their faces, even running away. And they remain like that until this day.
(Vesuvius looks ashamed That he ever lost his mind And that people now spend time excavating his rage) And here come tourists gawking at the destruction. But it's a beautiful breathtaking stroll through history.
He's never been so happy before and it's a strange feeling (Out by parallel lines I try to make sense Of that strange pulsing there in my wrist) But he loves that she doesn't have to question the happiness, she just enjoys it.
sigh I don't see why more people don't know about DaTh, excellent writing!