Silentium - Redemption | Текст песни

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Now Look at Me Bleeding
Thine Saviour so Blessed
A Shrine for the Lustful
So Scatheless My Wrists

For No Man I'd Suffer
A Thief, Liar Nor King
Nor Walk Upon Flames
Sing Dirges of Moarn
A Fiery Throat to Fall
For a Horde of the Traitors
Every Soul Shall Betray
And Every Soul Shall Be Betrayed

For Nothing I'd Suffer
Nor Cry Nameless in Vain
Your Tongue Filled with Poison
My Chalice Your Mouth

Thus Solace Has Drowneth
Now Look at Your Saviour
And His Body Grew Colder
Our Redemption Was Lust

For Nothing I'd Ask For
As I Bow Down My Head
Weary with Your Strife
So Scatheless Thine Wrists

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