Текст и слова песни Sad Theory – Noble Thief
Expelled from my land, burglar.
Glory and honor weren't enough promises to my name.
Am I coward?
So said my past.
But I'll prove him.
Remembrances blind reality.
Desire to kill my bride?
I am killing her.
Blood, blood on my hands.
Blood of a woman
Glory and honor weren't enough promises to my name.
Am I coward?
So said my past.
But I'll prove him.
Remembrances blind reality.
Desire to kill my bride?
I am killing her.
Blood, blood on my hands.
Blood of a woman
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