Текст (слова) песни: Meressin - Ripping The Angel`s Heart, I Find The Hidden Truth
Breathing the stench of death Release soul from monotony of choked life I am and I`ll stay in the attraction of the dark It`s only space of rest Tracks of peculation, pain of ceremonies See the look of the beast Which is dissecting you alive
Chosen way into the pulsing fire Burning senses prompt the danger
I`m not afraid of the pain, it`s the custom Bloody sunset, I`m killing myself again Like I`m beaten through with nails I stay in quad of hysteria
Ripping the angel`s heart I find the hidden truth Anxiety in my heart during pain of ceremonies Roots of all evil taken deep into the man Like roots of trees into the ground I`m living in surroundings which rule
I`m going into pushing fire Into promptly growing temptations
All my sins before you Look into my eyes and this will suffice Living in surroundings which hold my bloody soul Ripping the angel`s heart I find the hidden truth Those tracks of peculation pain of ceremonies
I`m going into pulsing fire Into promptly growing temptations
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