Cadaveres - Blood Stained
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Some female hair, flowers a-dead
The bracing smell of rain in the air
Crushing floor, doors opened
Glass tiles ang tears of blood everywhere
Cloudy skies, moaning wind
Chairs, tables upset, a tearing sense
Somebody has been here
a blood-stained man who pretends innocence
So never feel assurance
-I breathe out in vengeance
I'll hunt you with my revenge
My law will strike down on you
A narrow street, a purple scarf
Fearsome cat-eyes glowing in the dark
A used-up wallet, her photo therein
Her voice echoes again in the wind
Crumbling walls, long shadows
You can still smell her sweet fragrance
She's only twenty, good-looking, lovely
but still a blood-stained man who pretends innocence
So never feel assurance -I breathe out in vengeance
I hunt you with my revenge
My law will strike down on you
I'm your judge,
I'm your law,
Look at me now!
White dresses, sedatives
Emptiness and a folding-knife in the brain
A healing patient, regeneration
The bland taste of freedom and fading pain
Blur of sight, sudden light
Disturbtes the recognition of every mistake
What if I am? By any chance,
a blood-stained man who pretends innocence?
The bracing smell of rain in the air
Crushing floor, doors opened
Glass tiles ang tears of blood everywhere
Cloudy skies, moaning wind
Chairs, tables upset, a tearing sense
Somebody has been here
a blood-stained man who pretends innocence
So never feel assurance
-I breathe out in vengeance
I'll hunt you with my revenge
My law will strike down on you
A narrow street, a purple scarf
Fearsome cat-eyes glowing in the dark
A used-up wallet, her photo therein
Her voice echoes again in the wind
Crumbling walls, long shadows
You can still smell her sweet fragrance
She's only twenty, good-looking, lovely
but still a blood-stained man who pretends innocence
So never feel assurance -I breathe out in vengeance
I hunt you with my revenge
My law will strike down on you
I'm your judge,
I'm your law,
Look at me now!
White dresses, sedatives
Emptiness and a folding-knife in the brain
A healing patient, regeneration
The bland taste of freedom and fading pain
Blur of sight, sudden light
Disturbtes the recognition of every mistake
What if I am? By any chance,
a blood-stained man who pretends innocence?
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