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Переклад: Смерть. Voice Of The Soul.
: (Instrumental)
your eyes As they invade my soul- Forbidden pleasures I'm afraid to make mine. At the touch of your hand- At the sound of your voice- At the moment
flash of light, you said lightning could strike From the same place twice, I have your head on my death 1500, tonights your last night gettin blunted "The voices
bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken Richochetin' between the spots that I'm hidin' in Blackin' out as I ***** back, **** gettin' hit This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death
a bigot Blinded by fear and hate You live in knowledge of real truth? Oh the biggest lie I heard How sick in your mind and your soul To be scared of my voice
ringing, being too afraid to pick up I know you in a better place and that joy is felt I learned when death calls it won't leave a voice mail You would
black as midnight But 'neath the dark and gloom Voices rang and Angels sang Dancing 'round the tomb The Sons's gonna rise and shine He'll take away the keys of death
and my absent God And I have no faith but it is all I want To be loved and believe in my soul In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
force A spear which penetrates Leaving scarred the soul it violates Lust - Pain Devilry allure Poetic universal tongue The voice that left my dirge unsung
The screaming arrows tear through my soul In the dawn your face is haunting White ghostly dreams Weight of worlds is on your shoulders Hear the voice
pump up your chest I got a 12 gauge mossbert to pump up your chest have you gasping for breath after that shell hit your vest fear me like you fear god cause I bring death
spray paint can Michelangelo's soul controls your hand Then serenades of blue and red and the beauty of the rainbow fills your head Crescendo of colours hang
, without the pain you can't tell if it's real it's a hell of a deal this is what i feel [/chorous] all throughout my heart and my soul affect my memory
dead right Get ready to be turned you into food for fishes And leave behind upset crying senior citizens Crying on the shit again Shotgun Charlemagne The boss still open souled
not till death do us part Nothing compares to you (Keep blazin') I'm a fine young cannibal and you drive me crazy I know your looks attracts guys but that don't faze me Soul
darkside With (??) counter-clockwise You lookin' through the glass from the outside Be safe when you come in Cause death'll leave ya mouth wide Soul,
