Текст песни Tourniquet - Drawn And Quartered
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Deliver to me the thieves, the murderersAnd those with whom I find no faultJust give me bodies - and the means to killIt matters not who is guilty, who is innocentIt only matters where my fancy leads meI live to please myself as you blood spills outWhen you expire - there`s a hundred more: All who came to see - the curious, the morbidNero decides their fate - the arena becomes an assortedSpectacle played out en masseYou soul means nothing, your pain even lessAs your loved one plead for my forgivenessNot an ounce of mercy will I give outBind the ropes, set the horses afootWailing crise, limbs torn out by the rootEntertaining drunken guests as the Christians are martyredCrimes so petty - the result - drawn and quarteredThe result - drawn and quarteredHow can it be, as my own death is imminentThat you, oh Lord, still love meA life in the pleasure of torture and murderI can`t understand it - I can`t understand