Justice Of Suffering 歌词

	I curse the love for you
	And the pale souls you have tasted
	The sings of filthy passion
	Will soon turn to cries of pain
	When I claim what is mine
	Through the justice of suffering
	When the paying of her sins come closer
	The night will end in tears
	And the moment you dirt her skin with your fingers
	You will be sentenced the same
	Every second with her I count
	And for every second you will suffer too
	No light will save them now
	When the words of hope have all been spoken
	And I wash the blood from my hands
	And let them lie silent and cold on the flowers
	For my anger is greater
	Than the hand that once swept your cheek
	And my anger is greater
	Than the human I was
	I will claim that is mine
	Through the justice of suffering
	No light will save them now
	When the words of hope have all been spoken
	And I wash the blood from my hands
	And let them lie silent and cold on the flowers
	Is this poison in your womb
	Worth of the burning flesh
	In this pyre of ghost lovers
	But every second with her I count
	And for every second you will suffer too
	The night will end…
	It will end in tears soon

	I curse the love for you
	And the pale souls you have tasted
	The sings of filthy passion
	Will soon turn to cries of pain
	When I claim what is mine
	Through the justice of suffering
	When the paying of her sins come closer
	The night will end in tears
	And the moment you dirt her skin with your fingers
	You will be sentenced the same
	Every second with her I count
	And for every second you will suffer too
	No light will save them now
	When the words of hope have all been spoken
	And I wash the blood from my hands
	And let them lie silent and cold on the flowers
	For my anger is greater
	Than the hand that once swept your cheek
	And my anger is greater
	Than the human I was
	I will claim that is mine
	Through the justice of suffering
	No light will save them now
	When the words of hope have all been spoken
	And I wash the blood from my hands
	And let them lie silent and cold on the flowers
	Is this poison in your womb
	Worth of the burning flesh
	In this pyre of ghost lovers
	But every second with her I count
	And for every second you will suffer too
	The night will end
	It will end in tears soon

	I curse the love for you
	And the pale souls you have tasted
	The sings of filthy passion
	Will soon turn to cries of pain
	When I claim what is mine
	Through the justice of suffering
	When the paying of her sins come closer
	The night will end in tears
	And the moment you dirt her skin with your fingers
	You will be sentenced the same
	Every second with her I count
	And for every second you will suffer too
	No light will save them now
	When the words of hope have all been spoken
	And I wash the blood from my hands
	And let them lie silent and cold on the flowers
	For my anger is greater
	Than the hand that once swept your cheek
	And my anger is greater
	Than the human I was
	I will claim that is mine
	Through the justice of suffering
	No light will save them now
	When the words of hope have all been spoken
	And I wash the blood from my hands
	And let them lie silent and cold on the flowers
	Is this poison in your womb
	Worth of the burning flesh
	In this pyre of ghost lovers
	But every second with her I count
	And for every second you will suffer too
	The night will end
	It will end in tears soon

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