Anicrion - Foretaste of Death (Привкус смерти) | Текст песни

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You feel the black
Passion of my fire
My mouth is filled
With foretaste of your death

CAN YOU LET MY EYES CLOSE FOREVER
OF YOU'LL CRUSH ME BY YOUR FUCKIN' HEART
CAN YOU LET ME BEING GENTLY ENDED
OF TORTURE ME,IN BLOOD

Chorus:
Serve me mortal!Obey!
Give me up your pain!
SOMEONE,TAKE MY LIFE
Feed my glutton with agony
So the foretaste of death wilstay on my lips.
CALLING DEATH,TRYING KILL MYSELF
NOT TO FEEL YOUR BREATH,ON MY CRIPPED FACE
DAMN ME FAITH, WAITING SOMEONE TO SAVE,
FUCKIN' UP MY MY TO BECOME INSANE

I soak inside
All spectre of you emotions
Toils of my power
Crowd with that pray...

THERE IS ESCAPE
FROM EVERY FUCKIN' PRISON
BUT IN YOUR JAIL
I'M FORCED TO LOCK MYSELF

Till your heart is devoted to mine,
Till your dreams deify my wrath,
This weak subsistense would belong to me
To sate geed with foretaste of death...
CALLING DEATH, TRYING KILL MYSELF
You give up your pain, I prolog your life
DAMN MY FAITH, WAITING SOMEONE TO SAVE
But your sanity wouldn't l e t y o u d i e !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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