Текст песни Thornsectide - Шрамы Предателя

***1***
So it was necessary, it was important -
A round is played, and everything is in the black.
Only honor and pride were affected.
A matter of taste.

And it seemed - that’s the point,
Only once. Forget it.
But inside is the sound of broken glass.

***CHORUS***
Want to know? So we are all sinners
Useless excuses
But in the Underworld there is no place for us -
We are already in the Hell of Consciousness.

Personal Inferno!
Conscience burns with the stigma of deeds.
Dim eyes - guilty damnation.
The scar of Betrayal yawns.

Scars of the Traitor.

*** 2 ***
"What will help? How to make amends?"
Are the labels of lies unbearable?
The pulse doesn’t know the word "enough",
It beats like a man possessed.

And it seemed - that’s the point.
Only once. But in vain.
A new scar and the voice of the night
Returns all plots.