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Страна: Italy Come and get the blooded flow Glow in their eyes the sparks of the crime Glooming of the night, the path to secrets glooming of a mind lost in the vortex of a wasted rotten world I will feed off this Eyes kept on the screen, mesmerized by the spring of the new word The providence of the harvest to come The beast, the beauty no longer unknown Now I see it in my dreams Woe is me! In a world dressed in black As flowers die, the thorn's spilling my blood Scream to me, so I won't understand My eyes die, on the way to the feast A dreamy recollection now gone - I failed! No boundary to carry me home - You betrayed! The language of wolves still unknown One by one, the dreams of the weakest made flesh Burn your eyes on the flame of the truth Lost, on the path you will find, as I'm feeding off the blind God is born! Refugee in the desecrated house Drown in the dark, wor
