Текст песни Ultha - With Knives To The Throat And Hell In Your Heart

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So I put mirrors behind the eyes of my world, drowning in a flood of memories, a deluge of ill-fated will, breathlessly breathing like a coward on knees. I have made my bed in charnels and coffins like a spectre in the dead of the night. Doubt leads to death, as a stranger to the strange, as a leper to a friend. The fear in healing, like ragged eyes set against an unreachable end. Penance, perish, congregation. Penance, perish, beyond salvation. Restless, abyssic. Sitting, waiting. Staring, seething. Asleep in the daze of days

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