Praesepe - Fires of the Calm Sun | Текст песни

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Butchered infants for my bieliefs
The world whails in grief
On the purple stone
sullen and livid necessity sits
from which deepest womb,
packed with dying wishes,
upon the salvage of god's will
poisonous flowers bloom

Drink
Drink the blood
Drink aloud
Spit it out

(5:30) Melody - Kamil
(5:56) Melody - Andrzej
(7:12) Lead - Andrzej

Within this endless day of wrath
fresh roses burn in fires
of the calm sun
Roses of Blame
Roses of Sin

(8:29) Lead - Andrzej

Butchered infants for my beliefs
The world whails in grief

Drink
Drink the blood
Drink aloud
Spit it out

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