He was patient Slow descent, chills the bones His wait maybe long Still he carries on Always reaching for her Always breathing for her Lifting his hand to the sky Slow change might bring Holy tears Upon his battered skull
что-то меня давно так не цепляло, хотя есть немного западного влияния (явно европа и мерзбоу), но очень своеобразнеая музыка. буду искать инфу про них. но позже.