Throes Of Dawn - Of Scarlet Skies Made | Текст песни

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The Heart of the Wanderer has been sewn into my breast
The Soul of the Hermit has been blown into my shell
The Icy nails of Misanthropy are hammered through my chest to remind me of pain...of scarlet skies I'm made
There in the distance in the sky dance of the sparkles
Heavens flooded with blood from where I descended from the forge of the gods
Made to despise yoy all
Each thought a dream of thy end...the final salvation
Velvet veils upon me set
For thou art, the nails in my flesh
Eternal disease of my soul
Erode me - from this human hell
Grant me - my final steps towards the glowing red of scarlet skies made