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A unique blend of symphonic metal, Armenian duduk and jazz influences. The song continues our international collaborative series, taking us to the barren desert where mournful notes of the duduk, played by Lernik Khachatrian, evoke the sense of emptiness and grief. Bandcamp: Facebook: ------------- We are Belle Morte - vocals Sergey Butovsky - vocals, bass guitar Maria Shumanskaya - keyboards Ilya Rogovoy - guitars Ilya Petrashkevich - guitars Rostislav Golubnichiy - drums ------------- It seemed like all the air was poisoned I tried but couldn't take a breath Then you stood there and watched me Oh, was it me, who made this mess? Me all alone who burned the bridges Me all alone who let you down How come it be I count the stitches And you walk home all safe and sound? Every time I sought your guidance You rewarded me with silence Every time you needed friend I was right there at your hand When I felt my heart was broken Had to leave my pain unspoken How come I could let you see Knowing you've forsaken me? Chorus: Blame me Blame me I have never felt so low Say out loud the truth we know Blame me Blame me Now I make the curtain fall Gotta wreck this fable after all Blame me Blame me Blame me. It seemed my mouth was full of ashes I tasted bitter on my tongue And you set me on fire Then walked away and let me burn I’ve showed you all оf my forgiveness I’ve died inside a thousand times No matter what I am the wicked And you are perfect in your eyes Every time I sought your guidance You rewarded me with silence Every time you did me wrong I shut up and played along When I felt my heart was broken Had to leave my pain unspoken Now you come out of the blue Thinking I would wait for you Chorus
