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Painted Wives - Saint şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Painted Wives

albüm: Obsessed with the End


Pray for every living thing
On this precious earth
There will come a time
When all matter disappears at birth
In space unknown infinity
A symbol resonates
Across oceans of prophecy
A tyrant grows innate.
Saint, in a casket circle of leave
Saved, by a bastard raised by a thief.
Blinded by discovery
A covenant displaced
A lion's song is worthless
As long as it is tame.
Walls made of terrible gold
Looking back was your body a slave
Always do what you are told
When you know it's a dying race
Saint, in a casket circle of leave
Saved, by a bastard raised by a thief.
Same time saint.
I know what kind
Of animals to eat
Golden times new roman master
Fall asleep
The serpent king is punishing
This is all I have to say
As I saw in half the holiest calf is me.
Walls made of terrible gold
Looking back was your body a slave
Always do what you are told
When you know it's a dying race.
Saint, in a casket circle of leave
Saved, by a bastard raised by a thief.
Same time saint.

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