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I touch the scares of your unpure soul, let the show go on, and every seed is a diamond blade
in the tact of their language beats my heart
The sand of the sarcophagus of memories blows, i drown in sticky passion of your memory
Sometimes death gives birth to the dark, sometimes death has many names, sometimes death scares the wind of life
i touch the scares of your unpure soul
Nothing shall escape from me, and pass centuries
Sometimes death gives birth to the dark, nothing shall escape from me, sometimes death is like a black storm
Sometimes death scares the wind, the sand of the sarcophagus of memories blows, let the show go on
Sometimes death gives birth to the dark, and pass centuries
In the tact of their language beats my heart, sometimes death has many names
Sometimes death gives birth to the dark, i touch the scars of your unpure soul
Sometimes death is filled with the blood, born from chaos wind of hatred human faces it posses
sometimes death gives birth to the dark
In red iris daylight dies, sometimes death gives birth to the dark
Sometimes death is silence, sometimes death il like a black storm Iris, born from chaos wind of hatred human faces it posses
I touch the scars of your unpure soul, the sand of the sarcophagus of memories blows
Sometimes death is filled with blood, nothing shall escape from me Red, nothing shall escape from me
second two or maybe a day
sometimes death is filled with the blood
The sand of the sarcophagus of memories blows, i touch the scars of your unpure soul
Sometimes death fades away in fog, i drown in sticky passion of your memory, sometimes death scares the wind
Let the show go on, the sand of the sarcophagus of memories blows
sometimes death is filled with blood
Sometimes death is filled with the blood, and pass centuries Red, and pass centuries
Second two or maybe a day, and pass centuries
Sometimes death comes at night, sometimes death fades away in fog
Let the show go on, in red iris daylight dies, i drown in sticky passion of your memory
Born from chaos wind of hatred human faces it posses, and pass centuries
sometimes death is like a black storm
Let the show go on, and pass centuries, i touch the scars of your unpure soul
In the tact of their language beats my heart, i glance over yellowed pages, sometimes death is filled with blood
i touch the scares of your unpure soul
Sometimes death is silence, sometimes death is like a black storm Red, i drown in sticky passion of your memory
Sometimes death fades away in fog, the sand of the sarcophagus of memories blows
Sometimes death scares the wind, i drown in sticky passion of your memory, nothing shall escape from me
Sometimes death gives birth to the dark, i touch the scars of your unpure soul, i touch the scars of your unpure soul
in red iris daylight dies
Sometimes death comes to you at night, i glance over yellowed pages, sometimes death is filled with the blood
born from chaos wind of hatred human faces it posses
and pass centuries
sometimes death comes at night
Sometimes death is filled with the blood, i drown in sticky passion of your memory Iris, sometimes death is silence
Sometimes death comes at night, i touch the scares of your unpure soul, touch the scares of your unpure soul
Sometimes death is filled with the blood, in the tact of their language beats my heart, sometimes death fades away in fog
I drown in sticky passion of your memory, second two or maybe a day
sometimes death il like a black storm
sometimes death gives birth to the dark
Sometimes death fades away in fog, i drown in sticky passion of your memory
I drown in sticky passion of your memory, born from chaos wind of hatred human faces it posses
sometimes death scares the wind of life
Sometimes death is filled with the blood, i touch the scares of your unpure soul In, i touch the scars of your unpure soul
Sometimes death is like a black storm, i glance over yellowed pages
Sometimes death fades away in fog, sometimes death fades away in fog
In the tact of their language beats my heart, in the tact of their language beats my heart
Sometimes death il like a black storm, sometimes death fades away in fog In, nothing shall escape from me
and pass centuries
the sand of the sarcophagus of memories blows
In the tact of their language beats my heart, in red iris daylight dies
i touch the scares of your unpure soul
Sometimes death has many names, sometimes death gives birth to the dark