I've can not let myself misuse
I'm waiting for the judgment
But nothing is to choose
I must continue fighting...
Groul/Skream:
Why there's no sun?
What have I done?
There's to late
To follow my fade.
So painfull to stay
So painfull to die,
NOTHING TO SAY,
NOTING TO TRY!!
I Here the battle call
I followed it for ages
But I yaven't wright to fall
Since I reach the higest stages/
Первое творение на английском, за ошибки просьба не ругать ( а надо бы:))