Burning Bright - Kalopsia | Текст песни

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Those chains
make twins out of us.

We work together
in the rain and fog.

Our feathers,
they stick together
in the dirt and dust.

Kneeling down in the mud,
our dead are left behind.

Tortured and torturers.
Mortals and murderers.
Tortured and torturers.
Thy blood shine the same red.