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  • Текст песни Beati Mortui - Cut

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    To loose myself, to fall
    It's the scariest of all
    Is this what I've called for
    The blessing or tormentor

    Constant anxiety
    Infinite disharmony
    Fear of losing silverstring
    Apart myself into dim
    Reverse the curse, void the spell
    Choose the truth, confront your hell
    Blind for cries, without shell
    Face your fear to seal the end

    Cut your noose
    Shed the skin
    Cut your shield
    To feel again
    Bleed no more
    Like back then
    Face your fear
    Seal the end

    Backward dawn seize the day
    Close your eyes to ease the pain
    Day after day you fail
    Rise your will, enthrone yourself
    Constant anxiety
    Infinite disharmony
    Fear of losing silverstring
    Apart myself into dim
    Reverse the curse, void the spell
    Choose the truth, confront your hell
    Blind for cries, without shell
    Face your fear to seal the end

    Cut your noose
    Shed the skin
    Cut your shield
    To feel again
    Bleed no more
    Like back then
    Face your fear
    Seal the end

    For what I've chosen
    Cost so high paid
    Should regret or not, I don't
    Enough of crawls
    Wounds deepest healed
    Yet still shown
    These scars do hold
    My heart as one

    Cut your noose
    Shed the skin
    Cut your shield
    To feel again
    Bleed no more
    Like back then
    Face your fear
    Seal the end

    Blind for cries, without shell
    Face yourself, cut the fear

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