My happiness - our death Spinning in the dance And we will fly to the bullet on the third beat And it is not hurting you, I'll cover you from death Taking your love yourself A memory left on the grave
my blood will soak the ground Memory and dispel the sky tonel the end I do not shine two faces of the world crying
My daughter's dead, I'm just a clot ashes - the old days, molesting us and there, and there was a family in our birth the hell it is we, for the process of spiritual corruption?
We do not what other people meal We ourselves know how to hurt them When surrounded by nothing but bitches Heart blood splatters wild