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Inked In Blood Lay Waste The Poets

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Inked In Blood. Lay Waste The Poets. ...All That I Have. Napuštěné In Blood. Zpustošit básníků. ... Všechno, co jsem.
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There is nothing more I can give than my heart and soul. There is nothing more I can give than myself in full

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Inked In Blood. Lay Waste The Poets. All That Remains.... Napuštěné In Blood. Zpustošit básníků. Všechny, které zůstává ....
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All that remains. Tonight is everything, we will be created. All those before us left a legacy, a treasure - forged from their lives. Now in our keeping

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Inked In Blood. Lay Waste The Poets. Comatose. Napuštěné In Blood. Zpustošit básníků. Komatózní.
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lost. But I don't buy a word, not one word. You sell what's true of yourself (for) vain silver. Every last drop of your blood runs cold; (you) stale cadaver

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Inked In Blood. Lay Waste The Poets. Compassion Is My Own Dissent. Napuštěné In Blood. Zpustošit básníků. Soucit je moje vlastní Dissent.
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In this world where darkness reigns over all our lives - where my desire for vengeance nearly overtakes me. The lies poisoning our hearts and veins,

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Inked In Blood. Lay Waste The Poets. Fall From Your Eyes. Napuštěné In Blood. Zpustošit básníků. Pád z tvých očí.
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Assassins come armed with the enmity that kills us. Your sword - drawn for me. Your cloak - pulled to conceal the truth from my eyes. The lies - blood

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Inked In Blood. Lay Waste The Poets. Hoping To Dream & Never Return. Napuštěné In Blood. Zpustošit básníků. Doufat, že sen a nikdy se vrátit.
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run faster than these demons. If only I could fly faster than these lies. I keep closing my eyes hoping to dream and never return. To slit my wrists and spill my blood

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Inked In Blood. Lay Waste The Poets. Frame Thy Fearful Symmetry. Napuštěné In Blood. Zpustošit básníků. Rám Tvé Strašná symetrie.
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(Instrumental)

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Inked In Blood. Lay Waste The Poets. Ending With A Question. Napuštěné In Blood. Zpustošit básníků. Ukončení otázkou.
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(Instrumental)

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Inked In Blood. Lay Waste The Poets. Kiss The Lips Of Your Betrayer. Napuštěné In Blood. Zpustošit básníků. Kiss rty Vaše Betrayer.
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your betrayer. How beautiful you looked the last time I spoke with you. I know you loved me so. I left you there among the jackals. It was in my blood

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Inked In Blood. Lay Waste The Poets. These Sonnets Of Our Lives. Napuštěné In Blood. Zpustošit básníků. Tyto Sonety Of Our Lives.
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sonnets of our lives. As we open ourselves, will you open your arms? If we bear our souls to you, will you look the other way? We strive to be the poets

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Inked In Blood. Lay Waste The Poets. Lest I Sleep The Sleep Of Death. Napuštěné In Blood. Zpustošit básníků. Abych neusnul spánku smrti.
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Your prey... Your seeking me. Your blade... Sharpened to kill. To swim in the ocean of hate burns my skin at the touch; it makes me mindless with pain

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