Souls Of Damned - 2) It's Never Late To Splash Out That Inside | Текст песни

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Tear my paper lungs, here there is nothing to breathe more,
It's the vicious circle where sheep without horns try to gore each other,
So the Lord wished and Jesus learnt them to bleat, having raised their lore

Love the near and substitute another cheek for blow,
Become a sheep and follow herd, never kill, don't Let grow
Horns, to gore - it's not necessary, don't cease to bleat,
So do you wish to be for similar to fresh meat?

No... I wasn't born among the slaves,
Darkness... Alone, I enjoy Her grace

Trust in freedom and be free, here you're doomed, should pass the accursed way,
Join the fallen angels, they will turn heavens in furious stay!

What for have I came to this insignificant lost world?
To learn from what shit I'm made on similarity of the Lord?
To be the sheep among wolves and desperately bleat?
In hope to be rescued and kiss the Christ's feet ?

No... I don't wish to achieve light filled with lie
Here again it's enough of it to go blind

Trust in freedom and be free, here you're doomed, should pass the accursed way,
Join the fallen angels, they will turn heavens in furious stay!

It's Never Late To Splash Out That Inside !!!