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- для тех кому всё надоело.......
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- Murder for creation(EP)
- Текст
- Like the leaves of the high trees
I wither and fall,
Borne by autumnal winds
to my funeral hall
Master of sin
take my cursed heart
Bring me where I can find salvation
for I am the damned
Cry! Cutting darkness!
Death! Bearing fear!
Pain! Piercing the soul!
Life! Fucking life not for me!
However cold the wind and rain
I'll be there to ease up your pain
However cruel the mirrors of sin
Remember, beauty is found within
I cannot get up by the howling cry
Just justify my longing to die,
Bury me down at last,
I think about it in the shadows and ...
Cry! Cutting darkness!
Death! Bearing fear!
Pain! Piercing the soul!
Life! Fucking life not for me!