Morokh Monologue ( Official Live Video)
Listen, Download Follow us: Produced by: Lyrics: Gray strands of cold wave Fell on the tormented face Dispassionate glance impaled the blacksmith A piercing scream escaped from his lips: Who are you to blame me The scythe flashed with an ominous brilliance Looking for the guilty isnt a big deal, but face the truth Understand my hands are clean You blood stained them yourself I m not an executioner, I m just a guide Locked in the world of crosses and gravestones With a bony hand clutching a scythe, Throwing off the black shadow of the mantle, Exposing a crooked grin In a fit o
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