seems impossible Different stages Waiting seems predictable Different ideas It is I that will have to live with this I, betrayer of hearts, I, servant of sorrow
seems impossible Different stages Waiting seems predictable Different ideas It is I that will have to live with this I, Betrayer of Hearts I, Servant of Sorrow
Пераклад: Dead To Fall. Слуга Of Sorrow.
the throat of heathen man And let his blood dilute the water Bury your dead Fuck your God, erase His name A lady weeps insane with sorrow I'll take
development. Cowering in our temples of self there's little chance of change; The State is aware of that. The bomb serves many functions. If fear of
pray it's who you serve You'll find the way that you deserve Just hope and pray it's who you serve You find the way Pray it's who you serve............ [Sorrow
and anger The servants of nocturnal reign No remorse shall be The judgement of tomorrow Inquisitors of the holy war Emerge without any sorrow Bathed
weapon against human development. Cowering in our temples of self there's little chance of change; The State is aware of that. The bomb serves many functions
by the souls I have forsaken No one's going to catch my fall from grace Walking in the shadows Of my blackened mind Angels crave my sorrow Sorrow they
the throat of heathen man and let his blood dilute the water Bury your dead! (Your God, he rapes his (???) believe we've switched shame with sorrow)
throat of heathen man And let his blood dilute the water Bury your dead Fuck your God erase his name A lady weeps insane with sorrow I'll take his towers
my companions' heads Who are covering themselves And upon the dead Who are covering no more'' [Judas Amichai] I will not fall 'till I kill Though nothing but sorrow
the throat of heathen man And let his blood dilute the water Bury your dead Fuck your God erase his name A lady weeps insane with sorrow I'll take his
