Brooklyn August - Before The Throne of Sins | Текст песни

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• Brooklyn August
• Before The Throne of Sins

All my sins are next to me, as soldiers.
Each of them worse than nearby another, they feed my inner world.

No one can help me get rid of them.
There will be a battle between them and what I did good in my life.

Sins have pleasure in their arsenal and all territory is shaking during collisions.
I’m standing on my knees, my nerves are shaking, I don't know what to expect.

I ‘m suppressed by the thought of losing.
They want me to give in, to surrender as a fucking jerk.

I already do not have any patience, what's done is done and what is dead, dead.

Weight of sins outweighed all remarkable that you've ever done.
And the hope for salvation died last, knowing that the difference was great.
Forgive me, please!

Stand and face the sin, and ask it to be destroyed!
Stand!