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Текст песни "Beneath The Mire" |
Haunted nights for haleyon days
CanÂґt sleep to the scraping of his voice
NatureÂґs way struck grief in me
And I became a ghost in sickness
Willingly guided into heresy
Beneath the surface, stark emptiness
And youÂґd pity my conviction
Whereas I thought of myself as a leader
YouÂґd cling to your pleasant hope
It is twisted fascination
While IÂґd ruin the obstacles into despair
And IÂґm praising death
Lost love of the heart
In a holocaust scene memory
Decrepit body wearing transparent skin
Inside, the smoke of failure
Wept for solace and submit to faith
In his shadow IÂґm choking
Yet flourishing
Master
A delusion made me stronger
Yet IÂґm draped in pale withering flesh
I sacrificed more than I had
And left my woes beneath the mire
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