Текст песни Dead Sun - Thy Art Is Murder
Possessed
he
wanders
your
empty
mind
Forcing
the
hand
of
the
puppet
to
move
Hatred
unleashed
upon
the
earth
From
the
inside
of
you
Treacherous
hands
hide
the
face
of
sadness
Asphyxiated
with
the
noose
of
jealousy
The
claws
of
betrayal
The
mother
of
morality
is
the
father
of
fear
Supreme
deceiver,
the
hidden
engineer
My
passage
to
the
creator
sewn
in
wasted
flesh
Blind
hypocrites
operate
in
cold
blood
You
are
the
carriers
of
the
apocalypse
Strike
fear
into
the
hearts
of
the
children
of
god
Show
them
the
hell
that
awaits
below
Burn
their
symbols
of
hope
Let
their
faith
rest
in
ash
Possessed
he
wanders
your
empty
mind
Forcing
the
hand
of
the
puppet
to
move
Hatred
unleashed
upon
the
earth
From
the
inside
of
you
Supreme
deceiver,
the
hidden
engineer
My
passage
to
the
creator
sewn
in
wasted
flesh
The
claws
of
betrayal
The
mother
of
morality
is
the
father
of
fear
Collapse
into
a
dead
sun
Under
the
tides
swept
into
oblivion
My
halo
hung
around
my
neck
like
the
rope
of
the
fallen
Walls
caving
in
I
have
been
crushed
by
my
isolation
The
burden
of
a
mind
Deprives
of
its
own
volition
I
can't
wait
to
die
The
weight
of
the
world
but
the
world
would
not
wait
For
my
salvation
I
can't
wait
to
die.
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