The Burner - Bloodoozing | Текст песни

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Let the bastards ring the bells!
Let the prayers burn in hell!
Let the wolves be the sheep and the murders be the victims!
Let me be no closer than a stranger passing you by on the most common day, because I cannot find any explanation to the principles and sequences
Now comes for me the time to engage my burial place near your open wounds for you are a bone of my bone and a flesh of my flesh
Shall our sons who will never forgive us bid an enemy live even if they believe that it was only mistake?
Blood on my hands and blood in your heart is wretched