Текст песни Thornsectide - личности безумия

Strip your heart for me -
Thousands of truths are hidden in it
Independent and adamable
I oracle, the prophet - and mystic.

Strip your body to me -
There is nothing that is not holy ...
Temple of emptiness, stronghold for all -
With sweat drops, traces of debauchery ...

Strip your soul to me -
I want to touch the lips
Truth that so hid
Under the expression of pain tears ...

Angel will be equipped -
As if game, feathers teeth
Predator does not wear white fangs -
Paradise no, there is no hell under us ...

Look into my eyes
Language lies only with words -
And tell me what you want to be silent
Touch will make screaming ...

On the threshold, not further and not closer -
I hate everyone who breathes
I'm in the back of the head, rushing kindly -
In fear, frost forever useless ...

Ch
Glitter Golda will hide ugliness
Only for the radiance of Zlata -
Get and achieve - the form of nobility.
Despair fee, high fee.

See through - laugh loudly,
But let it be plausible ...
Knowing the truth - so awkward
Destroy what is fashionable now.

Ver
I'm lost, and thirst for freedom -
From chains that seek
People without will. And dark waters -
Manyat me, asking to stay.

I scream to shut up -
But they are louder and higher ...
He blows the roof, more and more often ...
But madness becomes sweeter ...