ALBUM REVIEW: Pain Of Truth – Not Through Blood
Thought I had a brother, not through blood, but through respect and love.
Thought I had a brother, not through blood, but through respect and love.
You sold my love for a piece of the cake.
With you, I’m with you, under a desert sky I’m with you.
Bask in the glow of high spirits.
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I cannot let this carry on.
Blood soaked hands coat the pantheon with laments of suffering, is their meaning gone?
Respira il fuoco sacro che arde lento tra le mie membra.
On broken wings I fell from grace.