Old wounds through time revealed. I was blind to not have seen, the shadows looming over me. Lay to rest my weary soul. Young love thrown to the wolves. Kissed by defeat you could not see. Your part in this life's tragedy. Lay to rest your weary soul. The outcome is always the same. The gallows await those that fail
Written by: Bjorn Dossche, Cedric Goetgebuer, Vincent Maes, Wim Coppers
