King Leoric

Strangers in the Past

King Leoric


Hold on, don´t look back 
Invisible teardrops on my dying soul 
Scream on, puke on 
Another Drink, a wicked life 
Your hair, your skin 
I can´t remember the look in your eyes 
Your touch, your voice 
The pain dies in the shine of your face 

Run away - We´re Strangers in the past 

Head up, work hard 
nobody tell me what should I think 
Play on, game on 
Time goes by last Day I´ve died 
Show first, show last 
And tell me where is the end 
No black, no white 
All I feel the look of my soul 

Run away - We´re Strangers in the past