paroles de chanson
This
is
when
your
flesh
Crimson
and
pale
Withers
behind
the
blackened
veil
The
vacant
flesh
A
petrifying
look,
the
choice
is
easy
The
outcome
always
the
same
The
shortest
way
to
cardiac
arrest
The
flesh
that
dreams
are
made
of
doesn't
last
This
when
you
turn
to
sanctimonius
rituals
The
duty
of
the
beast
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