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Alba s touto skladbou:
Plastik ,
To Mourn Is a Virtue,
As the Light does the Shadow,
Černý jestřáb sestřelen (Black Hawk Down),
Refresh the Demon,
... With Love,
Amaranthe,
Amaranthe,
Ready To Strike,
Breakthrough,
Bitter-sweet nostalgia
Desire pulls hard,
But it's too late.
Dead are all my virtues
And gifts.
It dulls not any pains,
And hard covet
Reaps a poor harvest
In these latter days.
Starve me in
Boneman torture.
Skin-tight lover.
Pound upon pound
Of flesh paid well
With gnawing ache,
And hunger.
But your want lies asleep,
Under frozen layers of ignorance.
Or even fear.
Dressed in sacrilege,
I sprawl in hurt
And wear thorns
Just for you.
Read my scars,
Count my sorrows,
But see me !
'Lest the cruel beauty
In my song face the trial
Of deaf ears.
And that is truly worse than death.
I dance in your spirit
And sleep so well in your arms.
Awake unattainable one
Awake
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