When should I trust what has been said?
A thousand times
If betrayal could speak or had a name
I’d put my
Engraved into the minds
A counterfeit scene consumed by its greed
We
A moonlit sky covered in black and white
Escape the misery
Do you hear voices screaming sacred mourning?
Deal with what’s withering
So we�ve only been trouble for each other since they
I'd hope for satisfaction
If I was on my death bed
Your
and when night fell the air was cold
rain drops attacked
Tonight this battle will end
The ones who reign will fall
Ash falls from the heavens
Like he called the horsemen
I hope
and now i'll never get the chance to tell you
what
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