Слова:
Rotting Christ Sleep The Sleep Of Angels

pain and lies fear can take my soul just like the odor of death changes me as a whole makes me hold my breath sleep the sleep of the angels let my

: ICH HATTE DEN PERFEKTEN TRAUM NOCH GAR NICHT LANGE HER AUFREGEND UND DOCH SCHLECHT WAS IST WIRKLICH? ICH WEISS ES NICHT! THE PERFECT DREAM I'VE HAD

: FLESH FROM MY FLESH NATURAL OR UNNATURAL GUESS? EVEN IF THEY HARM YOU YOU CAN'T DIE [CHORUS] YOU MY FLESH, YOU MY BLOOD I SEE THE TRUTH WHEN YOU DIE

PAIN AND LIES FEAR CAN TAKE MY SOUL JUST LIKE THE ODOR OF DEATH CHANGES ME AS A WHOLE MAKES ME HOLD MY BREATH SLEEP THE SLEEP OF THE ANGELS LET MY EYES

: TAKE ME IN A HEAVY SLEEP IN ADVENTURES I'VE NEVER SEEN IN A DIMENSION BEFORE DEATH MENTALLY LOST ALWAYS HAVE BEEN IF NONE OF US / RETURN FROM DEATH

: I AM TRYING TO EXPLORE THE MOUNTAIN OF MYSTERY I ENVY AND ADORE THE MYTH AND ITS HISTORY I AM IN THE HOUSE OF DREAMS A DIFFERENT DIMENSION NOTHING

Don't ask me where I'm going 'cause I'm sure it's off the charts I'll pin your likeness on the wall right by my sleeping head I'll send you cards and

world made end - empyria drowns No furious beast shall reign Before the days of wrath Wait for no lightbringer As stars fade away ("Sleep Of The Angels