Текст и слова песни Silence The Epilogue – Burning Ink And Brushes
Save your prayers for them soaked tonight I fold
When warm blood turns to cold alone you stole but what I never told,
Broke my hands again, gold was the price of death.
Hold your thoughts inside protected from greed.
Show me the way home.
When warm blood turns to cold alone you stole but what I never told,
Broke my hands again, gold was the price of death.
Hold your thoughts inside protected from greed.
Show me the way home.
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