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Слова: Blind; Музыка: Таур, Ìàëèíà
Light of candles, grail of vine... (It's) Deep night - your eyes are tired... Bloody moon smiles at you, It laughs at your poor view...
Dancing shadows on your walls - They are ghosts you hear their talk... They are wispering of their own. Turn back! You're not alone!
Book of Hell, That you write - (Is) Torture of your thoughts It's low of Devil, Hidden in human souls... It's not a pack Of used up lists... (Course) You don't use ink: It's human blood! Inkwell of her blood! Inkwell of her blood! Inkwell of her blood! ARGH!!!!
In the corner of your cave Trouble look of dear face... She is crying calls for help... Air is full of bloody smell...
Inkwell's empty - take the knife, Cut the chest of sparkling life! All her sufferings flow in words - Mystic passwords to hell doors
Book of Hell, That you write - (Is) Torture of your thoughts It's low of Devil, Hidden in human souls... It's not a pack Of used up lists... (Course) You don't use ink: It's human blood! Inkwell of her blood! Inkwell of her blood! Inkwell of her blood! ARGH!!!!
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Look at Moon - she's waiting tired... She's a Queen - your book's vampire! She drinks love, that you have lost... You have burned the blossming rose!
End is coming... Look at Moon: She's god red appealing to doom ... Inkwell's empty - the source has ended: You take knife to cut your veins!
Book of Hell, That you write - (Is) Torture of your thoughts It's low of Devil, Hidden in human souls... It's not a pack Of used up lists... (Course) You don't use ink: It's human blood! Inkwell of your blood! Inkwell of your blood! Inkwell of your blood! ARGH!!!! |
