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Лирика : Devil Ate My Son : The Eyes Of A Dead Man : In This Torment
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In This Torment
The Eyes Of A Dead Man (2004)
Devil Ate My Son
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8 февраля 10, 21:58
End this dream.her horror unleashed.
Daylight is fading. End her misery.
His name echoes from building walls
Out into the darkest alleyes
Five million ears seem deaf to a voice
Of purest fear burdened with guilt
This city is breathing in. Filling it's lungs
with death.
Eating the flesh of those who cannot bare it's
weight.
Mother of terror the war upon our necks
And when the shadows cast - hell's opening
it's gates
Release the flames-this boy won't die in chaos
Heaven in hands-as long as there is hope
All bastards roam -they smell the taste of profit
Dear mother run - protect your child from this
Yes, there won't be a home tonight
There won't be a home no more
There won't be any save place
No light for an abused child
Abducted and beaten
One more name disappears
In this torment - death is freedom
This won't be your fall from grace
Welcome your better days
Is there hope in -this city
Is there life in -this city
Is there home - tonight
Will there be sleep - tonight
Burn the shades of -this city
Kill the flames of -this city
Die the will of -this city
Tar it's lungs - to be free
Daylight is fading. End her misery.
His name echoes from building walls
Out into the darkest alleyes
Five million ears seem deaf to a voice
Of purest fear burdened with guilt
This city is breathing in. Filling it's lungs
with death.
Eating the flesh of those who cannot bare it's
weight.
Mother of terror the war upon our necks
And when the shadows cast - hell's opening
it's gates
Release the flames-this boy won't die in chaos
Heaven in hands-as long as there is hope
All bastards roam -they smell the taste of profit
Dear mother run - protect your child from this
Yes, there won't be a home tonight
There won't be a home no more
There won't be any save place
No light for an abused child
Abducted and beaten
One more name disappears
In this torment - death is freedom
This won't be your fall from grace
Welcome your better days
Is there hope in -this city
Is there life in -this city
Is there home - tonight
Will there be sleep - tonight
Burn the shades of -this city
Kill the flames of -this city
Die the will of -this city
Tar it's lungs - to be free
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