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Listen/Download - Follow us: Produced by: Lyrics: Gray strands of cold wave Fell on the tormented face Dispassionate glance impaled the blacksmith A piercing scream escaped from his lips: «Who are you to blame me?» The scythe flashed with an ominous brilliance «Looking for the guilty isn’t a big deal , but face the truth! Understand my hands are clean You blood stained them yourself I'm not an executioner, I'm just a guide Locked in the world of crosses and gravestones» With a bony hand clutching a scythe, Throwing off the black shadow of the mantle, Exposing a crooked grin In a fit o
