Diary Of Dreams - End of Flowers (4) - Scars OF Greed | Текст песни

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O`angels come to guide me in my sacred land
Thine holy glance enlights my chamber
Stranger worlds in fractal thoughts

A gentle thrill
I'm crowned with thorns
Who will remember this?

Quiet doms of whispering circling in my head
Collapsing mental boundries
Draconic lips of mine

And angels still corrupting with a silent word of wisdom
O`angels find their sacred land
In my debility they bloom

Kill my flesh
Kill my skin

Cure my sore
Cure my belief

A wince, just to regret
To wear a willow
A wince, just to regret self - sacrifice
To wear the willow- lost within

And grieve for what I've lost - a mournful eye
My thirst for life embodies prayers at night
I sentence myself - a wilful execution
Disclaiming innocence indeed

O`angel find their sacred land in mine
What they have never dared to be

O`angel find their sacred land in mine
Where they can be what they greed
O`angel find their sacred land in mine
For they can still make me believe

O`angel find their sacred land in mine
For they have crowned me......

......Crowned with thorns


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