Stockholm
Raskolnikov
7:18The temperature has never stopped to fall Stone-cold, stoned cold The thrill's not gone, No sorrow, no rage at all Stone-cold, stoned cold Shall we dive down into the abysses? Shall we soar through the skies? Amidst wonder and glory Amidst wonder and glory By the help of your grace By the help of your grace By the help of your grace No sorrow, no rage at all