Гуру ПесенMorbid Angel - Blessed Are the Sick - 7. Blessed Are The Sick / Leading The Rats | Текст песни
To plague and moan
So many years my seed condemned
No free to soar!!!
Will is yours? So creator
No intent could shawdow
My disease ... Ever lusting pain
World of sickness
Blessed are we to taste
This life of sin
My touch is inhumane
Nocturnal beast inside
Is void of light
And empty shall remain
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