Ghost Trains - Deathdance | Текст песни

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• Deathdance

Hide you eyes, shame upon you
Demons rise, bleed me dry
And time won't stake its claim on me with reason
My bride lies under sheets of thunder

You hold everything I own
In your scarlet grip, I beg you
I'm cold, lying on the stone
Cut me deep and watch me die

Sacrifice, songs of murder
Holy rites, burn tonight
And time has come to succour your devotion
Laid in brimstone, boil your potion

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