- Жанр
- Дэт-метал
- Лицензия
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- Описание
- Перевод: Смех сквозь слезы
- Альбом
- Cold Sawing Seeds Of Death
- Студия
- R.I.P. home studio
- Текст
- Laugh Through Tears
Empty celebration,
Non-existing Luck –
It’s attempt no think about dark
You may die tomorrow,
Every hundred years
It’s unknown and it’s more then fear
It’s great punishment to be playting for death
And never knows when will be your last breath
And understand what never feel saint smell
Because our fate is always rot in hell
Until the end we’re not realize
What we’re all condemned to die
And we’re hurry laugh at all
Because or else we’rev must to cry
Laught Through Tears
No choice only death
Who waiting for all us
Who know? May be what you will be next
Sacrifice of shadow
Wrapped in grave – clothes
Of this silent lady...who may knows?