Текст песни MERESSIN - Ripping The Angel's Heart, I Find The Hidden Truth
MERESSIN - Ripping The Angel's Heart, I Find The Hidden Truth слова песни
Текст песни MERESSIN - Ripping The Angel's Heart, I Find The Hidden Truth
reathing the stench of deathRelease soul from monotony of choked lifeI am and I'll stay in the attraction of the darkIt's only space of restTracks of peculation, pain of ceremoniesSee the look of the beastWhich is dissecting you alive( )Chosen way into the pulsing fireBurning senses prompt the dangerI'm not afraid of the pain, it's the customBloody sunset, I'm killing myself againLike I'm beaten through with nailsI stay in quad of hysteriaRipping the angel's heart I find the hidden truthAnxiety in my heart during pain of ceremoniesRoots of all evil taken deep into the manLike roots of trees into the groundI'm living in surroundings which ruleI'm going into pushing fireInto promptly growing temptationsAll my sins before youLook into my eyes and this will suffice