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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. Tintával In Blood. Lay hulladék A költők. ... All That I Have.
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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.... Tintával In Blood. Lay hulladék A költők. All That Remains ....
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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. Tintával In Blood. Lay hulladék A költők. Kábult.
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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. Tintával In Blood. Lay hulladék A költők. Együttérzés Saját 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. Tintával In Blood. Lay hulladék A költők. Fall From Your Eyes.
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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. Tintával In Blood. Lay hulladék A költők. Remélve, hogy Dream \u0026amp; soha nem térhet vissza.
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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. Tintával In Blood. Lay hulladék A költők. Frame te félelmetes Symmetry.
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(Instrumental)

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Inked In Blood. Lay Waste The Poets. Ending With A Question. Tintával In Blood. Lay hulladék A költők. Végződő kérdés.
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(Instrumental)

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Inked In Blood. Lay Waste The Poets. Kiss The Lips Of Your Betrayer. Tintával In Blood. Lay hulladék A költők. Kiss The Lips Of Your Áruló.
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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. Tintával In Blood. Lay hulladék A költők. Ezek a szonettek 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. Tintával In Blood. Lay hulladék A költők. Nehogy azt Sleep A Sleep Of Death.
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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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