Wampyric Bloodlust - Into My Dreams | Текст песни

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• Wampyric Bloodlust
• Into My Dreams

Boring you sick tunes,
The run of poor words.
And a prison for you - this is the wall,
That littered with ligature of the shackles.

Ignorance does not seem terrible,
When its time has not felt.
All that you think it is important
I had forgotten and drank.

Poison, the sweeter the wine,
According to the thoughts and veins let me go.
There will remain only the ashes,
To another, alas, did not come.

Why oversimplified, if not difficult,
The essence recognize himself.
But it is always impossible,
But he was not to know the silence

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