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|  | Текст (слова) песни: Frontside -  Lost SoulsThis is what flowers-his mighty handEnormity of existance, shattered dreams
 
 Everything that rots-his mighty hand
 Maximum of fear, candles that burn
 
 Gestures and faces-uncovered brow
 Drawbacks of warfare, purifying voice
 
 Salvoes of pleasure-this is the arms
 So bow your head or put your hand on them
 
 Wind blows out the dust
 When the Moon dazzles the sight
 Graveyard in the darkness
 Wakes up the hidden evil
 
 Lost souls kneel down in front of the altar of the suffering
 Forsaken bodies decay in front of mirror
 
 I shall be your Hell
 
 Carnal madness and food for the souls
 Enormity of existance, shattered dreams
 
 The cannons of faith-broken judgement
 Maximum of fear, candles that burn
 
 Gestures and faces-this is the arms
 Drawbacks of warfare, purifying voice
 
 Salvoes of pleasure-uncovered brow
 So bow your head or put your hand on them
 
     
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