Текст и слова песни Vigilia Mortum – Bloody Remorse
That there is a blood it is memory,
It's memory of our fights.
That there is a bullet, it cold metal,
It flies on wings of fate.
The Remorse is a way,
It's to conduct us.
The Remorse it a fear,
It will depress us.
Rusty crosses on hills,
It is graves, of ours the soldier.
Their pain in an eternal hell,
It we should understand of remorse.
The Remorse is a way,
It's to conduct us.
The Remorse it a fear,
It will depress us.
What truth, dead men hide?
It is the Bloody truth about the Death.
The Soldier's soul is awakened,
And it waits for repentance.
It's memory of our fights.
That there is a bullet, it cold metal,
It flies on wings of fate.
The Remorse is a way,
It's to conduct us.
The Remorse it a fear,
It will depress us.
Rusty crosses on hills,
It is graves, of ours the soldier.
Their pain in an eternal hell,
It we should understand of remorse.
The Remorse is a way,
It's to conduct us.
The Remorse it a fear,
It will depress us.
What truth, dead men hide?
It is the Bloody truth about the Death.
The Soldier's soul is awakened,
And it waits for repentance.
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