The Wounded Kings

Vote Song
The Hours Lyrics
Hold on to your robes of sorrow
The darkness in your heart will follow
A trail of tears from a dying bride
Your hollow heart, black inside

Ghosts they howl like creaking doors
You long for her for evermore

The ghosts they'll howl like the creaking doors
You'll long for her for evermore




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