Текст песни Thornsectide - Архитектор моей боли

Your needle will save me
And paint deep under the skin,
(You) bring my words,
That the heart pain is so worried.

Touch of the bags enjoyed (b / i)
Get rid of holy longing -
I ask you, do it (b / i) e
Nai forty one zero three.

You are architect my pain,
Engineer of my suffering.
You know why in captivity
And chains of memories.

You know thousands of secrets,
Passing through itself -
Draw someone again portraits -
And slides your needle ...

Just work
And erase with my blood sadness
Sorry Creori.
And erase with my blood longing ...

In your hands - the art of paints -
Forestly apply pattern.
Let him replace my mask -
Knight with a stingy tear.

My cry of the soul touches the flesh
Your confident hand -
You saw thousands of cauldons ...
While I am alive - it is with me ...