Morbid Silence - At the Gates of Rome | Текст песни

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Rivers run black deep in your veins
Even the wings of Death are heavy in rains
Your lonely tracks all covered with blood
For we are divided broken and cut

The masque of Evil you once sported on
Sinking slowly in waters of Acheron
The sea of questions storming the shore
And the answers are here no more

Lead me to the towers of Rome
To the sleeping Holy Wolverine
Lead me to the towers of Rome
Out of the emptiness in which I've ever been

Six bareback raiders lost in your heart
Twelve misty hands steady and hard
Six mighty horses with tails on fire
One masque of innocent one masque of liar

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