Fleur На краю On The Edge
Решил облачить эту песню в красивую оболочку) I fell asleep in the chamber of tortures Where on the walls hatchets and pincers Among old nightmares forgotten I was dreaming of strange things The music was muffling screams So much memory in every word I fell asleep in the chamber of tortures On the floor with pool of someone s blood I fell asleep at deep night In the scary thicket buried in leaves Among wild hungry monsters Don t care about own life Anyway too late to think about it But damned feeling of
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