Текст песни SATYRICON - Havoc Vulture
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Текст песни SATYRICON - Havoc Vulture
Wonder how it would be to be the great Redeemerthe one to bestow upon you life and deaththe one to poison you when you're downor to be the one to hand you the crownofthorns-when your hands are sore(and) to save you from everything you care for( )Are you bitter when you see how pale you are?Do you feel hate without direction?A kind of seed inside you that never blossomsIt is at the gallows end one forgets that everythinghas to have a greater meaningAn unrecognisable call drags you towards the un-spoken wordto suffer Martyrdom for the othersThe Saviour cut off your wings, somehow just toremind you that He existsThose who wait for His salt with open woundshave a way to gothe shadow of you must rest (first)Though I ask, why do you dig your own grave whenothers do it for you?The force behind the hit cannot be mistaken'cause He's the saviour with magnanimity and...a light in the darkMaybe it is intimidating more than lighting the way,where is the road going? To a place where youcan wash the blood off your hands?