Grace by Luis Ullán

And she stood there, alone.
Those ghosts will never go
In a place where all is lost.

The sky was silver fire
While other lover died
In front of us: just you and I.

Her world is on fire.
Cold blood, black light.

And from the moment when the sky turned blue,
Then she suffered from the grace of her tomb.
The grace of her tomb.

Now all the memories fall
As night knocks at her door,
The nightmares are about to come.

She chose to stay alone,
Forgot about that love
And all the things she will become.

The sky was silver fire
While other lover died
In front of us: just you and I.

Her world is on fire.
Cold blood, black light.

From the moment, when the sky turned blue,
then she suffered from the grace of her tomb.
The grace of her tomb.

Her world is on fire.
Cold blood, black light.
Her world is on fire.
Cold blood, Grace lies.

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