, all that I have mastered Fear, pain, hatred, power This is the art of ruin This is the art of ruin This is the art of ruin
just like me, you've lost your sight now just like me, you see no reason to fight but you won't find your pot of gold here just like me, you can't
How light could be our darkest hour? None will be left when they come To collect their blood debts Accounts will be dry, binary vessel Full of nothing
Ruins I kneel See the gap in my chest, coloured deep red My bleeding heart in front of me Aching cries that ever last Amongst the Ruins I kneel A shattered
Tercüme: Baba. Yıkıntılar arasında.
: [Lyrics: Harry Maat; Music: Maurycy Stefanowicz] Can you see me... at the horizon Amongst the Ruins I kneel See the gap in my chest, coloured deep
Jesus Christ would never play rock and roll his tone was too low Abraham Lincoln smoked crack cocain on the down low yeah, I?m an impediment bonafide
Just like me, you've lost your sight now just like me, you see no reason to fight but you won't find your pot of gold here just like me, you can't
(5:27) Just like Me, you've Lost your Sight now Just like Me, you See no reason To fight But you won't Find your Pot of Gold here Just like Me, you
Question myself till I bleed Will I live to spoil another day The answers lost in mud I won't if it goes on this way And what if you discovered that