Sons of Perdition - Psalm 138 | Текст песни

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For inflicting the woe and the pain that you've dealt; for all the grief and the cold misery. For all the missed feeling your heart should've felt, Hell gapes wide for thee. For hating and gloating and doing no good, and holding what should have been free. For indulging what sickness had tickled your mood, Hell gapes wide for thee. For lying and sinning and never repenting; a life steeped in wet lechery. For tying that millstone 'round all of their necks, Hell gapes wide for thee. For the hundreds of times that you kicked those gates wide even though you'd been handed the key. For a lifetime of sticking that spear in my side, Hell gapes wide for thee.

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