The Cell #4 - Vanity fair (JARO SOUND MIX/MAS) | Текст песни

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Midst of Vanity Fair
I'm hiding in the stomach of a white horse.
I've changed at my lair,
Hypocrisy will bring us together
We will smile and remain silent at brae,
Wrapped in a shroud meet new day.
We leave compassion behind wall of rain.
Everything doesn't care, we bound in chains.

The theatre of grotty actors are sing a sad song.
My eardrum is torn and I do not hear the truth by lifelong.
There are too many people, who rot alive, and they are blame.
Humanists flayed off his and revived through the pain.

Our tears shine in the moonlight.
I'll guide you from hell to heaven,
By the mountain trail of severed heads.
And do not turning back, where no treads.

I close my eyes and the beast looks at me,
It makes no sense to resist the enemy.
Every night darkness speaks with me ..
I can dance with you, because i'm free.

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