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Almost Saint - The Retching Blessed Sky dalszöveg

In the street of rebellion I'm comming for the final battle
Where no one's looking back, everyone's eyes are burning in red fire
I see the tired sun is just becommig black
We hold our hands up and create the retching blessed sky

In our pain, with our pain we drown the sky

In the street of rebellion we're comming for the final battle
Where every men and their wives are ready all sacrifice
Just with our pain OK maybe with some bills, but we will win
I see the tired sun is just becomming black
We hold our hands up and create the retching sky

We're going on the way and see the falling stars
The retching blessed sky is waiting for the finishing stroke
We're going on the way like demonic people
And when we'll be without pain the hell will bloom

In our pain, with our pain we drown the sky

In the street of rebellion  we're comming back from the won battle
And those men who're looking back see the drowned, blessed, black sky
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