Testo Landslide

Sliding in,
sliding in my night.
My fight
crawling out my mind.

Landslide
death is on the way
we die!
Saviour heard
it's not my name.
Try the crulest path
in dark, through the death
all cold and calm.

No he doesn't,
no he doesn't
found anybody.
Only the strange one,
it's not his rose
it's not his rose!

It's not his rose! It's not his rose!

And the flood is heading north
and the walls die.
Landslide, Landslide!

And another crisis to come,
and another building to fall.
Landslide!
Landslide!
Landslide!
Death is on the way
we die!

And the flood is heading north
and the walls die.
Landslide, Landslide!

And another crisis to come
and another building to fall
and another dreaming to crush
and another silence to touch

Landslide!
Landslide!
Death is on the way
we die!