With Ink Instead Of Blood - Part III: The Cleansing | Текст песни

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• Part III: The Cleansing

Once I slipped away from the misery of life,
I know, waiting is worse than thousands of blades piercing you from outside.
Your disdain,
Why did you leave me alone with this pain ?
My silent cry,
Will always remind you of the day I died.
The betrayal,
had its place, when the sun went down and the night overtook the throne.
How could you be so cold when the sharpness of spears played with my bones ?
Is it supposed to be like this ?
Let your son rot covered by violence.
My soul had to clean itself,
My god, your treachery is vain.
My soul had to clean itself and that
torture was my gates to heaven where I will remain.
My soul had to clean itself and that
torture was my gates to heaven where I will remain.
I will never understand how could you leave me on my own,
When you could simply ease my pain.
I'll never see a reason to make your own son die,
When you almighty can just have him beside you.

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